"Augh!" she cries out as her sash grips the root and allows her to cling to it.  That was a hefty amount of luck.  Her sash, though, is like her costume in that it can stop bullets, so there's no risk of it tearing from her body weight alone.  It may stretch a small amount but she isn't worried about it ripping.  What she<i>is</i>worried about is how well it'll hold to that root.<br/><br/>She's dangling with her hips braced against a ledge, neither allowing her to fall nor giving her any sort of leverage to get back up without the sash.  "Nyah!" As she slips another foot down she kicks her legs, trying to find a foothold in the wall.  Immediately her eyes dart to Oscar, lying down and trying to save her.  With the sash wrapped around one hand she reaches out for his, though finds herself well short.<br/><br/>She takes a sharp breath in, then tries to<i>think</i>in the chaos.  She's going to have to save herself, the root is about to slip loose, and send her careening to a rather nasty fall and probably her death.  She can't pull on the sash, or swing, but she<i>might</i>be able to use it as a conductor.  If she can travel along it to the tree root and then reform on the other side of the tree that would at least get her<i>out</i>of trouble for the time being.<br/><br/>She takes another breath, shuts her eyes then attempts the maneuver, hoping to zip through her sash like she had the wires back at the city, and rematerialize on relatively solid ground.  More solid, at least, than the bottomless fissure!