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Jaime takes a spot next to you on the wide rock. He rubs his face with his hands, digging the palms into his eyes like he's wiping away the tiredness. You know he's wiping away tears. He hasn't talked about Woody's death yet.

"Hey, Luth." From behind, Rachel's voice calls from a short distance. She went scouting an hour ago past the clearing on the summit, while others from your group finished moving supplies up the hill. She steps in so close, you feel her cool breath on your face. "The clearing is ready to make camp. Should I gather everyone and move them to there?"

"Sure. Let's go."