Haunted Wood Way down we go.

survive. it seems it's all anybody can do, talk about, now. it's an answer she accepts, knowing that it's one of two vague, uncertain options that the man has, and, she supposes, the right one. what will come after, she wonders at, but does not put any more words to her curiosity. 

she, like him, can do only that, now. with a final glance, content in her knowledge so far, she turns on her heel and is gone a moment later.