The nearness to his friend is reassuring in itself, and likely why he hasn't been overwhelmed by his state complicated by the lengthy memory. When Walter suggests they get him to the ground now rather than wait, Benjiro hesitates only enough to breathe in deeper before he answers, "Yes, but getting up again is going to be a chore." A warning for expectations.

Prior to making any effort to remove himself from the branch, Benjiro glances downward. He sees no signs of vines or possible culprits of irritation growing at the base, even in the fading light and shadow. Furthermore, he checks for signs that the person Walter noticed has not gotten close to them by listening and looking for any artificial light moving nearby. Satisfied they have a little more space and time, he summons what strength he retains to bring one arm from over the branch followed by the other to stand. Muscles quivering, he waits for Walter to give him some cue before he pushes his back against the tree to slide down carefully as he can manage - dropping the final quarter meter down. Despite a slight cringe, he settles quickly to lean entirely against the bark of the tree.

"Can you tell how long until they pass by us?"