Malia watched as he stepped around her, nodding in agreement to wait for him, she leaned back against the wall as he did, her head down as she mulled over his words. Was it smart to uproot in the middle of the night, with high chances of getting themselves killed from the night creatures? She chewed her lip, tapping her fingers against her harness. She was grateful that he was so willing to go with her, it brought her great comfort knowing she’d have him all the way.<br/><br/>He had a point. Little Lake was more than aware of the situation, and knew what to do in case the Vanguard found him. And again, he was right, the Council would’ve gotten word out to the remaining chapters to trust the Striders, even Sunny. Maybe he was right, maybe they needed to trust their friends.<br/><br/>When he pulled her closer, she sighed deeply and her hands gripping the sides of his shirt, pressing her forehead to his shoulder. She took a moment before reaching behind him, in clipping his belt, letting it fall to the floor in a heap. “We can at least wait until morning.” She mumbled, beginning to undo his armor as well. She stepped back, up clipping her own harness and belt, hanging her gear back in their respective areas. “We wouldn’t get very far tonight.”<br/><br/>After she had put her head away, she walked back to Carson, wrapping her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest. “You’re right, I’m sorry I just...” she shook her head. “They’re family, and they’re dying. I’m just restless that no one has shown up yet.”