Can he? Yes, it's really not a question of that. He may not be able to turn into a bat and fly there, but there's not much that would keep him from the climb. He's stronger than he was when they first met, has two hands to help him clamber to the top, and his unnatural stamina and capacity could get him to the top of the tree without much issue. Hell, they wouldn't even need to worry much about him hurting himself in a fall, unless there was a horrifically placed errant branch that decided to skewer him, and even then he'd survive it if it wasn't through the heart.
It's most certainly more of a would he. He squints against the sunshine, looking up at the sweet gray face that's meowing pathetically down at them like she's utterly baffled as to how she got there. He's a little more hard knock than Tink is when it comes to the kitten. She's capable of jumping where she wants to go, and washing her own face — the fairy does it for her because she likes to, not because Pixie is in dire need of her doting. He thinks Pixie would likely climb down on her own if they let her be and stopped giving her attention for her ill advised adventure, but Tink is not likely to turn back from the kitten now that she's found her.
"We should let her climb down on her own or she'll never learn," he reminded with a frown, before he sighed with a resignation that had nothing to do with the cat. He'd be climbing that tree, because otherwise Lady would, and as determined and capable as she was, he'd rather she not. Surely she'd catch herself before she fell, but on the off chance something went wrong, he'd rather be the one to do the falling. "Give me your sweater." It seemed an off place demand, but the cat would be startled — wrapping her up in something soft that smelled like home would abate her little claws and make it harder for her to wiggle free.
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It's most certainly more of a would he. He squints against the sunshine, looking up at the sweet gray face that's meowing pathetically down at them like she's utterly baffled as to how she got there. He's a little more hard knock than Tink is when it comes to the kitten. She's capable of jumping where she wants to go, and washing her own face — the fairy does it for her because she likes to, not because Pixie is in dire need of her doting. He thinks Pixie would likely climb down on her own if they let her be and stopped giving her attention for her ill advised adventure, but Tink is not likely to turn back from the kitten now that she's found her.
"We should let her climb down on her own or she'll never learn," he reminded with a frown, before he sighed with a resignation that had nothing to do with the cat. He'd be climbing that tree, because otherwise Lady would, and as determined and capable as she was, he'd rather she not. Surely she'd catch herself before she fell, but on the off chance something went wrong, he'd rather be the one to do the falling. "Give me your sweater." It seemed an off place demand, but the cat would be startled — wrapping her up in something soft that smelled like home would abate her little claws and make it harder for her to wiggle free.