[ she cracks a smile, looking ahead as she lugs herself forward. ]

You wouldn't drop me. You're too noble for that.

[ and she thinks that he would feel utterly bad for it to the point where he'd pick her up and carry her so she doesn't drop to the snow again.

she pants softly, tired from the exertion of walking in the snow for so long. her brows furrow. ] I feel like that black thing is getting smaller and smaller, not bigger.