[Oh wow. Standing guard? Frieda actually trusts him to do that… Sunny tries. He really does (even with his hands shaking as he holds up another unlit torch. At least he would have something to hit the spider with if it tried to enter?).
Still, the few seconds or minutes that Frieda gets the pitch set up feels like forever. He’s acutely aware of how fast his heart is pounding, the cold sweat threatening to trail down his back and muddying his grip on the torch…
It’s a (visible) relief when Frieda speaks again. He trades the torch he had been holding for the matches… and nods, hoping he won’t drop them in the marsh or something…]
CW: mild panic symptoms
Still, the few seconds or minutes that Frieda gets the pitch set up feels like forever. He’s acutely aware of how fast his heart is pounding, the cold sweat threatening to trail down his back and muddying his grip on the torch…
It’s a (visible) relief when Frieda speaks again. He trades the torch he had been holding for the matches… and nods, hoping he won’t drop them in the marsh or something…]