[she doesn't respond to his challenge with her usual attitude and that alone just makes him all the more determined to get her out of here. He's not the best with comforting words or actions but he doesn't leave his friends when they're in trouble and he'll fight to the end for their freedom if that's what it takes. Under his finger the thread moves with each step she takes, reassuring him that she's still behind him and ahead of him there's only the dark forest. He can't even see the thread under his fingers anymore but he can feel it and he - trusts it. It's got a point and whatever that point is, it's at least a goal instead of aimless wandering. It's not too long though before he becomes aware of shadows that don't match the trees slipping along on either side of them.]
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