[His grip squeezes once, reassuringly, and then he pulls her carefully to her feet--and immediately looks away just in case, like, the robed shirt falls open or something. The belt was so she could keep it closed without having to worry about holding it with her hands.

They have exactly (1) outfit between the two of them.] Come on.

Don't worry about the flowers. They might not even be there for long. The forest changes.

If you get tired, I'll just carry you on my back.