[ I'm just not good at this kind of shit. Sharon snorts quietly beneath her breath, looking up at him only brief to catch his eyes with hers to say: ] I might have noticed. [ And then, dryly: ] Don't worry, it's not like it's super obvious, though.

[ She returns her attention to the thick, fibrous vines. It goes by quickly. The worst of it is where the plants had managed to twist around themselves, knotting together, but even those take no more than a few seconds and a rough yank of the blade. In no time, there's a small heap at his feet and he's free. She slips the dagger away. Most of her wants to ignore his apologies, to just move on and get this over with, but she can see how he feels; it's written all over his face. He feels bad. She chews her inner cheek, looking away, back towards the direction they'd once been going. ]

It's okay, by the way. [ It might be for the best this happened. It's gotten it out of his system for now. ] But it doesn't matter if you're great at this kind of shit or not, I'm not, you still have to find a way to get through it.

I think about who I'm trying to get back to. [ She wants to beat this stupid fucking game but, more than that, she just wants to go home. Rose's suffering this month almost makes that feeling urgent. ] As long as I do that, I can swallow my fear and push myself through this. Through anything.