Moonstone Quarry L.O.V.E./E.V.O.L.

angel on foot is she that the remainder of their journey up the steep wallside is unassuming - or at least one can assume so given the nature of timelines they both occupy, though that particular knowledge is not shared with the coy girl. witchbaby does not tease him more as they ascend, sensitive enough to his obvious discomfort (look at her, a true noble of body and spirit!), though she herself does not take it particularly seriously, somewhat carelessly dancing ahead as it suits her.

still: she reaches the top unscathed and laughing, rolls onto the dirt and stretches, and fixes eerie pink eyes on the presumably-emerging form of her quarried companion. "toldja we'd be fine," the starlet says, bouncing to her feet once more. "where ya headin' next, lion-boy?" witchbaby is guileless - she's gotta figure out her own next move, because without the little lion or the quarry's distraction quick enough she'll sink back into thoughts of what's missing - and, well, maybe she deserves that.