Moonsong Glacier rule number one is that you gotta have fun

Okay, he says, trying to keep his tone flat, void of the weakness that he has begun to feel. She seemed a bit blunt, already pointing out the faults in his words. Squaring his shoulders, he walks alongside her, hoping to steady her should she slip again, or wobble on the ice due to her injury. The ice gives way to actual earth and he wonders why either of them had thought to walk on the glacier in the first place. But it doesn't matter anymore.

er, you can lay down if you want, he grunts, still feeling a bit dejected and sad but ready to help her nevertheless.