Clarisse's voice breaking on her name dislodges Abby instantly.

"Hey." She scoots her body across the tent and opens her arms instantly. This time, she won't keep herself from reaching out to her best friend in the face of the worst happening (of course she's thinking about Granitefell; somehow, it was easier than this. Why is it easier to walk to your death than to lose somebody important?). She lets go of Clarisse's arm but only so she can wrap her in an embrace, pulling her bodily closer. Holding on. Holding them both together, tight as she can.

"I'm here," she says. Her voice is low, a little trembly. The rain is so loud on the roof of the tent. "I'm still here."

Shitty consolation prize, huh? But it's all Abby has right now. God, she hopes it can be enough.