Getting my hands dirty

RACHEL'S POV

"Delilah, we've been walking for hours; just how far is this place?" I asked, visible exhausted as I parted yet another set of tall blades of grass out of my face and headed forward. Devon and I trailed behind the rest of the troop because Devon had insisted on moving at a pace that I could maintain. 

Devon dug his hands into the backpack he had brought along, bringing out a can of energy drink and passing it to me. 

"Sorry about it, dear. You laughed. Do you know I could carry you if you wanted? It wouldn't cost me anything." 

I laughed, shrugging off his idea as I grabbed the energy drink from his hands and finished it in one big gulp. I wouldn't mind being carried, to be honest; I just don't want to prove Delilah right, especially not after she suggested this would be too stressful for my human nature and I should sit it out. Hell no! I'll see this to an end even if it kills me, and from the looks of it, it's about to.