She just looked at him, confused, maybe because she hadn't realized that he hadn't realized how much she relied on it for things other than healing. To climb it, to grab things, to hang from herself if necessary. Obviously he wouldn't do something of the kind, most people wouldn't, but that was only because their hair wasn't long enough.

"I, um..."

Rapunzel tried to turn, to see a familiar landmark, but things were lost.

"That way? I think? I... Some."

She'd briefly forgotten about him, or assumed he'd be all right. But what if he wasn't?