He leans in towards her until their shoulders tap before turning back to the path ahead. It's somehow ridiculously comforting to know if something jumps out at them right now, worst-case scenario it would just be a regular ass bear. No sound eaters, no tiger bears. There's some rustling, but he's betting on a rabbit or a snake or something else they'll never have to actually see as they continue on.

"What are my chances?" he asks like he's really invested in the answer, finding it easier to focus now that everything but them and the night has fallen away.