[Right. This would be just like crossing that first section, except… a little less steady. Requiring a little more balance. It would be fine.]
Alright.
[There’s the quickest of glances back Mark’s way and she summons her best determined smile right back. Then she tries to keep moving forward, holding onto that momentum. And it goes fine, at first. But then she takes a step just as Mark makes his first step onto the bridge, and the way it sways nearly causes her foot to slip right off the rope.
She’s moving a bit too quickly to right herself—her forward progress comes to a halt, and she’s gripping onto that guiding rope for dear life as the bridge sways unsteadily. With a shaky exhale of a laugh:]
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Alright.
[There’s the quickest of glances back Mark’s way and she summons her best determined smile right back. Then she tries to keep moving forward, holding onto that momentum. And it goes fine, at first. But then she takes a step just as Mark makes his first step onto the bridge, and the way it sways nearly causes her foot to slip right off the rope.
She’s moving a bit too quickly to right herself—her forward progress comes to a halt, and she’s gripping onto that guiding rope for dear life as the bridge sways unsteadily. With a shaky exhale of a laugh:]
Perhaps we should try to move in sync…?