[But there's a branch below. Not too far below— she could make it, right? She could still make it. If she tried, she could, she's sure of it. So Lenalee jumps— a doubtful feeling almost overwhelms her as she hangs in the air, uncontrolled, for a brief second— and lands hard surprisingly quickly, on her hands and knees. Ow.

Now there's anger (not necessarily at him), as well as pain, in her voice, too.]

Don't hurt him, don't you dare hurt him!