Guy untied the vine from the branch and pulled it over the branch for leverage, hoisting Joan's bag up, hand over hand.
"The only thing I don't like about it," he said breathlessly as he hauled her pack up, "is you can see them doing the night's dead, but I just close my eyes."
He finally got Joan's pack up and hooked the straps over several branches so it was within reach but not at risk of snapping a branch and falling.
"Does the sky - does the sky look the same as here where you're from?" he asked curiously. "It does where I'm from and I keep imagining other places look like mine but then I remember they could be entirely different. Maybe - maybe the sky is yellow. Or - or the grass only comes in one color."
He pulled his shirt - the overshirt they'd been given since his t-shirt had been shredded for bandages and used as a cloth to gather dew - from a hollow in one of the branches, and then wiggled next to Joan. He tried to give her a little space, knowing she might be made uncomfortable by a stranger getting too close, but there wasn't a whole lot of room, so his shoulder was pressed lightly against hers. He tossed as much of the shirt over her that he could manage.
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"The only thing I don't like about it," he said breathlessly as he hauled her pack up, "is you can see them doing the night's dead, but I just close my eyes."
He finally got Joan's pack up and hooked the straps over several branches so it was within reach but not at risk of snapping a branch and falling.
"Does the sky - does the sky look the same as here where you're from?" he asked curiously. "It does where I'm from and I keep imagining other places look like mine but then I remember they could be entirely different. Maybe - maybe the sky is yellow. Or - or the grass only comes in one color."
He pulled his shirt - the overshirt they'd been given since his t-shirt had been shredded for bandages and used as a cloth to gather dew - from a hollow in one of the branches, and then wiggled next to Joan. He tried to give her a little space, knowing she might be made uncomfortable by a stranger getting too close, but there wasn't a whole lot of room, so his shoulder was pressed lightly against hers. He tossed as much of the shirt over her that he could manage.