Orien waits for hours, but Tiero doesn't come. Somehow, she isn't surprised. Hugging her knees to her chest, she stares at the harness spread out on the tree trunk before her. An idea has been growing within her brain, and it looks like she's going to have to go through with it. Half an hour later, she makes her way down the spire and along the path until she runs into one of the wardens. "Stop right there!" As she had expected. Orien smiles brightly and holds out the harness. "Could you return this to Tiero, please?"