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With a smile on her face, she shrugged and went to follow Fig to wherever that cave of his was. She felt a lot more confident with him by her side, even though they were doing something she personally found very scary. Nellie was the kind of girl to go skydiving without a peep, but scream as soon as someone turned off the lights in the bathroom she's using. She found it confusing herself too, but a phobia wasn't a phobia for nothing.

Ya afraid of heights, or just not really into climbin'? She asked to lighten the mood, a nervous chuckle following soon after. Her heart pounded in her chest as she followed him to the glorified mountain ass crack, not much wider than the hips she was rocking. She felt her cheeks getting warm, then everywhere else where she could most definitely sweat, before taking some semi-steady breathes. She really did want to go in and see what Figment found so special, especially now that he'd taken the time to bring her all the way out here... but that darned opening was so tiny and there wasn't an end in sight.

She swallowed. W-Who goes first? If Figment went ahead, she'd feel a little safer, but chances were that she'd chicken out and no one would be able to stop her. If she went first, nothing could get her from behind and she'd be forced to face her fears (and she definitely needed a push), but maybe she'd panic and get them both hurt in the process of trying to get the hell out.