"Shirker," she chides good-naturedly before smiling at Sitara. "Well, of course you don't! You've never done it before." She swings down a few branches until she's safe enough to drop. "Now, until I say so, you're not to climb without someone to spot you." Like that had ever stopped her. Hands on hips, she scans the immediate area for a suitable tree.

"Here. This oak has lower branches than the maple I was in. Hold out your arm, lovely, and let me get a look at it." Sophie extends her own arm and circles her biceps with her other hand. "Rule of thumb: if a branch is as thick as this part of your arm, it should be able to hold your weight. Even then, never trust in it fully until you've tested it. Ah, it's easier said than done.

Can you jump up and grab that branch--closest to the trunk, always. Try to scramble up. Use your feet."

Don't worry, Adrien. Auntie won't let her fall.