Raistlin has excellent balance and good dexterity; it's his strength and wind that are lacking. With a few well-times shrugs he's able to clamber off her back with little incident, visibly relaxing once he's one his own feet again. He balances himself against the main trunk of the tree, tucking his packet of herbs back in his pouch. He peers dubiously at the drop.

"It seems I will need assistance getting back down - but may we at least exchange names, first?"