He returned her smile, adjusting her slightly so that he was confident he had a good hold on her, then stepped toward the door. Careful not to bump her head into the door frame, he stepped through sideways, then carefully, ever so slowly, made his way down the steps off the porch.<br/><br/>The outhouse was down the hill from the house, off in the trees just a bit. There used to be a well-worn path through the trees, but it had faded from disuse. Walking carefully to keep from jolting her, he continued on slowly.<br/><br/>The area was beautiful. They were high enough up the slope that they had a view of the valley, a clear stretch of mountainous forest as far as the eye could see. He felt slightly isolated at the thought, but it was not discomforting. He remained silent for the moment, letting her absorb the sight.