[Its a good plan. Really. And yet Sunny visibly wavers between just continuing to move forward, his gaze flicking back to the hut.
He… could help… should help… while Frieda holds off the spiders.]
…try… [It might have been too shaky for Frieda to hear, but Sunny does make his way back toward the hut. Torch, rags… pitch… it takes him time to find that last one again, because it’s unfamiliar. The teen can’t carry much, even with shoving the rags into his backpack, but he does grab what he can.
Right, time to make his way back to where Frieda is waving those torches!
…Except for the fact that one of the spiders took advantage of their prey dividing, and is now sitting on the top of the hut itself.]
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He… could help… should help… while Frieda holds off the spiders.]
…try… [It might have been too shaky for Frieda to hear, but Sunny does make his way back toward the hut. Torch, rags… pitch… it takes him time to find that last one again, because it’s unfamiliar. The teen can’t carry much, even with shoving the rags into his backpack, but he does grab what he can.
Right, time to make his way back to where Frieda is waving those torches!
…Except for the fact that one of the spiders took advantage of their prey dividing, and is now sitting on the top of the hut itself.]