[ Abel follows where his gaze has gone off to, and it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to seeing the space that Jeremiah means, trying to see the space beyond the brightness of the bonfire. ]
Yeah, sand probably won't help us there.
[ He adjusts the hold of their hands before they go anywhere, linking his pinky between Jeremiah's pointer and middle fingers. He didn't want to let go long enough to lace all their fingers, so Abel settled for that small adjustment, and hopes it's read as a casual assurance that he'll be following after, with no intention of letting go or wandering off. ]
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Yeah, sand probably won't help us there.
[ He adjusts the hold of their hands before they go anywhere, linking his pinky between Jeremiah's pointer and middle fingers. He didn't want to let go long enough to lace all their fingers, so Abel settled for that small adjustment, and hopes it's read as a casual assurance that he'll be following after, with no intention of letting go or wandering off. ]
C'mon, let's go check it out.