"Yeah, good plan," Kerrigan agrees as Raistlin's uncomfortable awareness of his own body floods through her mind as well. "Let me just..." she trails off as she pulls a knife from one of her boots to slice through the bonds on his ankles, since those are relatively handy and she might as well do it while she's controlling his position. She doesn't trust him not to fall out of the tree and undo all her hard work if left to his own, clearly unathletic devices to free himself.

Kerrigan catches the now-unattached rope with her knife hand before it can drop to the ground and potentially give them away, and starts to shrug Raistlin off her shoulders as gently as possible, a hand still full of substantial bits of his robe, ready to move quickly to re-balance the pair of them if he should start to slip.