Holding out a hand, palm towards Miaren in a gesture to wait, Fern gains her feet. Her toes curling to grip the crossbeams.  This,  this was something she understood well. Hands outstretched, she carefully makes her way looking examining the exterior of their prison, practiced feet finding purchase as her eyes explore; occasional forays into the foliage and to Miaren, her ears attuned to movement from within or without.<br/><br/>