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I might be starting to sober up at this point, but I can't really tell. My heart feels like it's close to practically beating straight out of my chest, but my hands aren't warm to the touch. I can tell they're as cold as ice against his, as his practically envelopes mine despite the fact that our fingers are tangled. I look up at him and it's strange, how much changes on his face as we walk down the path together, how the shadows age him and the light makes him look even younger, almost like a little boy. It strikes me then that I don't know that much about him, how old he is or even where he's originally from, what his story is. And then it strikes me that he doesn't know anything about me, not really, in much of a similar vein, and so I stop worrying, stop thinking, and my gaze starts to track the line of his shoulders instead, the sloping curve that delves down into long arms.

"We don't even know where we're going, do we?" I murmur out loud, stopping beneath the shadow of a nearby tree, looking up and up, higher and higher, above our heads, until I can squint into the darkness, my eyes making out the shape of a house as they adjust. It's dark up there, literally no sign of life, but it's a house, and it's in a tree, and something about that strikes me as infinitely funny. The hand that isn't holding his points upward, and I chuckle softly, my mind immediately racing with the possibilities. "What about there?"

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These really aren't ideal walking shoes Ellen's chosen, but then again, she didn't exactly anticipate walking up the side of what could legally be termed a mountain - and she's a lawyer, after all, she's rife with legal terms. Somehow, by the grace of something (she stopped believing in higher powers a long time ago, especially after everything that happened to David), she makes it up with little incident, even if she has to bemoan the state of her shoes upon their arrival at the very top. Glancing over at Eames, he seems used to the whole trip, though she can't picture him making it multiple times every day. Maybe that makes his appearances among the general island population all the more appreciated. The giant V catches her eye and she hides a smile to herself for the most part, until the ground finally levels out and they're standing in front of the rather impressive home. The exterior alone doesn't exactly seem suited to a man of his taste, but the square footage alone looks pretty significant compared to the other huts scattered around the island.

"The view'd better be good," she says, but she's only mildly out of breath, cheeks flushed slightly as she smooths both hands over the front of her dress, adjusting the hem. "Really, if I'd known we were going to be participating in a good climb I would've packed some better shoes for this." She tilts her hips to one side, glancing back over one shoulder and lifting a foot to examine the mud caked on the bottom of her heels. When she sets her foot back down, she narrows her eyes at him, but there's no malice behind it, only playfulness. "And I might have to insist on you finding me replacements for this pair."