[Okay. They just have to get to the Temple. If things stay like this, maybe they really can make it; he's still too afraid to really hope, but there's still a tiny spark.
At her question Chris glances toward her, wishes he hadn't, and then looks forward again to make sure he's leading them in the right direction. There's probably no good answer--there's usually no good answer to that question, turning into a wendigo or not--but...]
No way; you're the prettiest half-wendigo in all of the weird, underground cave city.
[It's a tiny joke, and would've perhaps been better if he could've affected a childish, impressed voice to go along with it, but he can't muster up that much levity.]
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At her question Chris glances toward her, wishes he hadn't, and then looks forward again to make sure he's leading them in the right direction. There's probably no good answer--there's usually no good answer to that question, turning into a wendigo or not--but...]
No way; you're the prettiest half-wendigo in all of the weird, underground cave city.
[It's a tiny joke, and would've perhaps been better if he could've affected a childish, impressed voice to go along with it, but he can't muster up that much levity.]