Hershel was just so baffled right now he didn't even know what to say for a moment. Then, after said moment of bafflement, he sighed softly to himself, staring the tree down. Was it a good idea to try climbing a tree with three days of no sleep and a slightly injured arm he totally wasn't letting anyone know about because he's a shitlord? Yes, but friendship beckoned and god damnit, he would listen to it's call.

So he started climbing the tree, clumsily and with a few close calls before he managed to get basically on level with Heiji, offering a sympathetic look when he finally settled near him. "Well... I'm sorry, you'll be stuck with me for a bit. The British are a very stubborn people, you know." Actually this is more Heiji rubbing off on him but shhh.

"Because of the memory, I imagine?" Hershel asked, leaning forward a bit. "Come now Heiji, I'm sure the minute you get another of your own memories back you'll be speaking in that peculiar way of yours in no time, if this doesn't wear off on it's own. Your head must be confused, having a memory that doesn't belong to it."

If that hadn't been Jackie Chan I would I quit rp forever so well done.