"Come on, faster!" Iosif urged, glancing back at Ella as she carefully maneuvered his wheelchair down the bumpy and improvised path leading down the cliff. The uneven terrain didn't allow her to go faster, one wrong bump and her husband would accelerate to his death. Behind them, the young man who had delivered the news followed closely, his steps careful to avoid slipping on the loose stones.
Ella didn't respond and only shot him a staring look, one that forced Iosif to fall silent, losing his courage to pronounce a sound. Ella sighed - "There is no need to be in such a hurry…that ship won't sail without you." - she said, trying to calm down her man, leading him down at her own pace.