[ With the torch in hand, Clara follows behind Caitlyn, trying not to think about what it was that latched onto her, the numbness, and whether or not it's permanent. There's a steady drip that seems to be landing somewhere nearby and echoing off of the walls.
At this point, she doesn't argue the request and stays behind the other woman, whispering. ]
Be careful, okay? Go slow, there could be anything down here. If it's mold, then we turn back before we can't.
[ There isn't any practical reason to say this aloud, she knows Caitlyn knows all of this. But something about saying it out loud is grounding, like they have a (fake) plan. ]
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At this point, she doesn't argue the request and stays behind the other woman, whispering. ]
Be careful, okay? Go slow, there could be anything down here. If it's mold, then we turn back before we can't.
[ There isn't any practical reason to say this aloud, she knows Caitlyn knows all of this. But something about saying it out loud is grounding, like they have a (fake) plan. ]