The wind makes it harder than Abby feels it rightfully ought to be. Whenever it picks up, her stomach plummets, her breathing shivers out of her. A particularly strong gust even warrants a tiny whimper, an "Oh fuck," but hopefully Ellie isn't close enough to hear that. She's started hanging back, taking her time and slowing their pace as a result. Abby appreciates that silently, because all she has to do is watch the ground ahead, think about where her foot goes next, and then put it there.

One after the other, after the other, after the other.

Easy. True strength.

Her knuckles have gone white with how hard she's gripping every passing tree or root, but other than that she's handling it fine. Maybe it's not so bad? Maybe she really can do it. She wishes Lev were here to see. She'd make him give her a big round of applause for finishing up this last bit.

Because it is the last bit, right. After they clear this bit they're done...?