[Caitlyn glances down at Clara in commiseration before turning her attention back to the steps.]
Only five times before lunch might not be giving this place enough credit.
[The only way to get it over with is to get on with it, and Caitlyn's never once shrunk from a recklessly dangerous challenge. So, frown heavily creasing her brows and eyes resolutely refusing to look down, she extends her leg over the gap, and hops over.
There's nothing on the other side to cling to but the wall, but she does anyway, as though it'll give her a good handhold should she lose her balance. Which, fortunately, she doesn't, as a nervous peek down confirms that falling wouldn't be a pleasant experience.]
Do you need a hand? [Nervous as she is, at least she has the advantage of being tall and having very long legs. And Clara... doesn't.]
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Only five times before lunch might not be giving this place enough credit.
[The only way to get it over with is to get on with it, and Caitlyn's never once shrunk from a recklessly dangerous challenge. So, frown heavily creasing her brows and eyes resolutely refusing to look down, she extends her leg over the gap, and hops over.
There's nothing on the other side to cling to but the wall, but she does anyway, as though it'll give her a good handhold should she lose her balance. Which, fortunately, she doesn't, as a nervous peek down confirms that falling wouldn't be a pleasant experience.]
Do you need a hand? [Nervous as she is, at least she has the advantage of being tall and having very long legs. And Clara... doesn't.]