After wobbling through the door, she managed to close it behind her. He stepped aside to give her privacy, while still keeping close enough that he would hear if she had trouble. Leaning against a tree, he drew in a deep breath and let it out with a smile. It was a gorgeous day. The sun was rising high into late morning. Birds and insects were playing, casting a merry song through the trees, and a breeze wove its way through the area to mix it all up. As the seconds ticked by, he began to worry. She'd been in there a while, and still he had yet to hear a sound. He knew she'd likely have trouble standing, but also that she would refuse help in this. His worry growing, he pushed off the tree and stepped closer to the outhouse again, listenning intently.<br/><br/>Only a few minutes more, just as he was about to knock, something bumped the door, then it opened and she wobbled out. She looked horrible. Her face was pale and she was barely moving. He could see how much it had cost her to do that. She tried to smile, telling him it had gone well, but he didn't believe it. She was near collapse.<br/><br/>"Sure... looks like you had lots of fun in there. Care to race me back to the cabin, seeing as you're feeling so good?"<br/><br/>He winked, gave her a look that he hoped made it clear he wasn't buying it, and moved closer. Holding out his hands, he quirked an eyebrow, silently asking permission to pick her up again.