"Bad," Abby says immediately, and laughs. And then they're off, following Clarisse's path through the woods, not talking much. They don't need to, the silence — the one between them, the forest is incredibly active — is comfortable and Abby finds herself slowly settling into their pace in time, enjoying the stretch in her legs. Clarisse seems to enjoy going in a straight line no matter what, even if this means pushing between trees or dense foliage, or clambering up rocks. It's funny.

Abby privately thinks she could keep doing this for hours, actually, following Clarisse around wherever she thinks they both should go.

"You're so excited about it," she notes, hauling herself down the other side of a bank. Affection is making her tone playful. "It's pretty cute."