The tree gets unceremoniously dropped back to the ground once the girl rolls free and Metaari draws himself up to his full height, rolling his shoulders to try to get them loose after the strain of it. He glances down at his hands and wrinkles his nose a bit before leaning down to pat snow against them, easing the slight burn from rubbing against the bark. He decides to sit on the now fallen trunk and grins down at her, lifting a hand in a return gesture. "Don't mention it. Name's Metaari."

His eyes drop sideways toward the tree and he pats it slightly. "Not often I come across someone trapped under a tree. You sure you're alright?"