The odd trees weren't trying to trap her, at least -- simply form a barrier themselves, to try keeping her from the figure on the other side of them. And with her latest move, that had quite thoroughly failed. They weren't the biggest trees ever, hardly more than two or three stories tall on average here, so it wouldn't take too much, for Mal to be able to see right over their defensive lineup....

And there was the figure that'd ducked away, the trees themselves getting up and stepping aside to clear a path for him as he moved, heading toward what looked like another entrance to the castle, around the side, to a back area, something of a more secluded garden or courtyard. From behind, Mal would at least get to see a very nice view of the odd cape that hid his torso, all dark greens, but for a few little points of brighter green here and there, and... more little tidbits of brighter green behind his head, on the back of whatever odd helmet he wore.

Unless that wasn't a helmet, but superbly messy hair. It might've been; whose hair didn't catch a few leaves, when mucking about in the woods like he was?

There was probably room for her to get into that courtyard and cut him off, if she wanted to hurry and try it; the trees didn't seem to be thick there at all, out of respect for... whatever those smaller plants were. And he wasn't yet running, interestingly enough, having apparently missed seeing what she'd done to change form. He was just... getting away from her.