A promise to do their best; that's all she can really hope for, isn't it? Eyes more able than her own? Company in this nightmarish wood? Granted, trudging through the forest at night wasn't one of Ellen's better ideas, but she's tired, covered in grease and wants for nothing more than to sink into bed-- hike be damned.
Now, she might not reach her bed after all...
A path wide enough for two diverges into narrow hinderance, flanked on either side by icy husks of snow. Ripley taps at one side with her boot. Hard as stone. Too tall, too slick to walk on.
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A promise to do their best; that's all she can really hope for, isn't it? Eyes more able than her own? Company in this nightmarish wood? Granted, trudging through the forest at night wasn't one of Ellen's better ideas, but she's tired, covered in grease and wants for nothing more than to sink into bed-- hike be damned.
Now, she might not reach her bed after all...
A path wide enough for two diverges into narrow hinderance, flanked on either side by icy husks of snow. Ripley taps at one side with her boot. Hard as stone. Too tall, too slick to walk on.
They're stopped, shoulder to shoulder.
"Who goes first?"