They took the same canoe.

The same backpacks.

The mountain had not become any smaller.

By the big root, Sophie's hair was stuck to her forehead.

“I need to sit down.”

Wind stopped.

For a moment he heard the words exactly as Muara had said them.

Sophie sat, took off a boot, and shook out a small stone.

“Are you going to stand there being tall?” she asked.

He sat beside her.

They drank. They ate some fruit.