"Well? Come on," she urged, grabbing his arm when he was close enough.

It was dark so he wouldn't be able to see. It was likely going to be loud, so he wouldn't be able to follow her voice. She'd lead him herself. How many times had he and the others done the same for her, on sand, water, wood, ice, and snow, and when burns and blisters kept her from walking for nearly a week?

Give help, and accept help. When they were across, she regarded it over her shoulder.

"... should we leave it?"