An exhale. "Neither have I," Amy confesses. It's a relief, and it's terrifying, all at once. It makes what's happening here all the more terrifying, all the more disgusting.

She tilts her head towards the steepest slopes. "That's where I'm headed." This is a risk, but... "I hope people'll avoid the steepest places, you know? I'll..." She sends a nervous glance at the cornucopia. They have to run. They can't just linger here. "I'll see you at the top." An offer to meet up later, if Ariadne gets away, pool their skills, try to survive. But running separate, right now, gives them both the best chance. Ariadne has to see that.

Amy slips the quiver more securely over her shoulder. She's ready to run.