[Still doesn't mean she won't try to reassure and comfort him—though silent, she presses her hand to the side of his face, her head falling to his chest for a moment to exchange warmth as they look around together.]

If we have to keep going, then we keep going.

[There's a firmness in her voice... little room for argument.]

I don't wanna jeopardize anything with a little twisted ankle. If there's something down here that could lead us to figuring more of this out for these people, then... I wanna take it.

[A sheepish, lightly teasing smile.]

You could always carry me.