He pierced his lips closed and did not say what he was going to. She was right, of course, in a way - if all three of them made it, then the decisions would fall where they would.

Sherlock would just ensure to make the decision for them, first.

So all he did was nod, tightly, and clear his throat.

"We should look for a new place to make camp, during our scouting missions," He said, as if he hadn't just been about to ask her for assisted suicide. "That should reduce the energy necessary for the final move."