"Got it." If she weren't so worried about getting him out alive, she'd allow herself to feel more concern. As much trouble as it is for her to deal with his blindness, it must be far, far worse for him.

But sentimentality isn't their friend right now. She sets off, tapping her foot against rocks and roots as requested. Once she gets to the trail, she picks up the pace, only slowing when she suspects there's a trap. While most of the traps are for game, she studies each one in case Salazar might have left one for them.

"We'll stop soon," she promises, guiding him around another trap. They're getting more frequent, and she won't be able to avoid them as well - if at all - at night. And she knows he has to be tired.

Or maybe not, with his enhancements. But she's tired. And since they're both relying on her, she can't afford to make mistakes because she's tired. They'll have to stop to rest, if only for her sake. "What a pair we make, huh?"