He was doubtful, but... but he didn't remember doing anything that would make Zev drop him on his face. He thought. He hoped. So he did what Zev asked, carefully, slowly letting go and trusting the rope that was flung around him - and hoping he didn't end up the world's most gingery anchor that would fling a painted elf to the ground.

"I-- Oof, okay, one more arm here... I think we're still friends. Aren't we? It's been a while." And with that, he let go and found himself slowly descending, his somewhat decreased weight taking up slack from the rope in its own sweet time.

Which he stared at, lips pursed and pulled to one side. "Well. If I'd known that would've happened, I wouldn't have wasted so much time dangling from a tree..."