He has to do it- he finally turns to see her over with the excuse of looking where she had pointed. And he is, honest to God, surprised to find the girl had no knife out and that it seemed she didn't have one on her at all. It's a pleasant surprise because he knows he at least won't die at her hands. It's gut wrenching because here he is capable of snapping her like a twig, if he had the mind to, and she wouldn't have a thing to ward him off with. And there were other children in the jungle, too. In caves. Hiding in hollow trees.

"I can carry you from here to there, ya know." He offers, but thinks he won't be taken up on it. He kind of hopes he won't be because he hadn't been lying about his legs almost giving out. All of him was sore and ready to fall. He drops his hands to his sides. He figures out his shoulders hurt, too, from all the running around. But they were close and he wasn't going to fall down yet. He continues forward, and would only stop if Ellie did. He stifles a snort much like Ellie had stifled her amusement before.
There was blind faith at play here. He wasn't going to be the one to tear the illusion.

"Unoccupied except for all the bugs you can dream of." But that didn't mean he had to keep the shivers to himself, did it? No, not at all. A tree. It was large. Hidden- and Hawkeye was grateful for that. There were no signs of people having passed nearby and so that further kindled his new appreciation for the stump.

"It's going to be terrible trying to stretch your legs in there."

It reminds him of the capsule that lifted him into the arena, a little.

"Tight fit."

Not that he was nervous- he had a girl to take care of first.

"Are you sure it's the right one?"