Ghost turns and watches as they clamber down the tree; Blaze takes the spare minute to withdraw her sidearm from its holster and check it over idly. It's stowed again smoothly when she hears Loki's stride, the sound of her steps altered subtly on the grass- ah, she's summoned shoes. Or created them. Blaze nods to Loki- it's a wise precaution - and turns to lead the way. Ghost winks out of sight with a small flash, secure against any ambush.

Exo are tireless and Blaze is impatient, which means she sets a pace most humans find uncomfortable. She's pretty sure it won't bother Loki, though. She crunches a path through the leaf litter, angling deeper into the woods, her head up and keeping a sharp eye on the branches above as well as the ground ahead. The blighted tree isn't that far in, which makes it all the more a matter of concern for Loki's wards.

"Your kids ever head into the forest?" She asks it unthinking, and the question sparks up a flutter of memory, the echo of an impression. For a couple of seconds the Guardian slows, distracted. Kids loved the jungle, in her day. She thinks. That must have changed, later.