[ the stairs prove a challenge in general, feeling more dangerous going down than they did on the way up, but carolina doesn't rush, a step or two below him as they pick their way down. it's for checking the crumbling steps for herself before wash needs to pass over them, and also to catch his weight when his leg makes transferring to it particularly challenging. she can't carry him, no, but she's not bad as a crutch.
and while she's careful not to tug him off-balance, she keeps a hand on wash the whole timeβ holding his, steadying his hip because it seems less tender than his waist, wrapped around his arm, something. it's ostensibly to help him keep his balance, but she just feels better to be touching him right now. ]
About halfway. [ it's meant to be reassuring, but she can't tell if it might actually come off that way or not, so she glances at wash's face before returning her attention to the stairs below them and adds, ] You're doing good.
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and while she's careful not to tug him off-balance, she keeps a hand on wash the whole timeβ holding his, steadying his hip because it seems less tender than his waist, wrapped around his arm, something. it's ostensibly to help him keep his balance, but she just feels better to be touching him right now. ]
About halfway. [ it's meant to be reassuring, but she can't tell if it might actually come off that way or not, so she glances at wash's face before returning her attention to the stairs below them and adds, ] You're doing good.