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_{[Engulfed in Rose's shadow, the only thing that Heather can think to do is dust herself off-- which frankly is a legitimate undertaking at the moment. She had apparently taken no small amount of the forest floor with her on her way down, and she takes a moment to be inwardly grateful that she was wearing a vest and not just one of the old work shirts she usually wore around the camp. Because any of them would have completely ate shit on the way down.]

[But then her savior's words actually click and she looks back up, successfully distracted from the hearty blush that she'd been trying to suppress.]}

Weekends like th.... oh, shit, that's why the path was so freaking weird.

_{[THAT EXPLAINED A LOT.]

[And she's about to ask exactly where she wound up when the last bit of what Rose was saying hits her.]}

... What?

_{[WHAT DOES THAT MEAN]}