When she finally pauses below him, she grips the lasso tighter in her hand. Her first instinct had been to pull him down with her own hands, but she realizes now that she might end up floating up there with him again. She has no idea how strong the spell is, and if it might suck her back in if she lays hands on him. And with the way the flowers are still spreading, she doesn't think she has time to find another rope before they become more of a problem.

Her expression turns solemn, knuckles white around the lariat.

"I can lend you the Lasso of Hestia to pull yourself down." She tries not to sound reluctant, but the Lasso hasn't been out of her hands since she... well, stole it. Along with her armor, shield, and sword. She can't even imagine how furious Hippolyta was once she realized exactly how many of their treasures Diana had taken with her. But that's a worry for another time. "The lasso will guide you, and help you throw true." It glows a soft gold in her hands, warm and comforting. "Or I can try to pull you down myself." Her brows draw together. "I leave the choice to you."