She stops for a moment, looking up at the earthen roof with a distant expression. For a moment, she lets go and her hand goes to her stomach, following the scar she can't feel through her shirt as the memory comes back of waking in a cave a little like this, and knowing-

Breathing out sharply through her nose, she shakes that flick of memory away and focuses again on Hunter. She takes her place on the staff, less steady than she'd like with one hand and no balance, but Hunter is here, and she has no fear he'd let her fall.