[Breq shrugs, the silver of shielding glimmering with the movement.]
And I'm not wading through mud.
[Not as much as her companion. And speaking of, she casts around their surroundings, looking for something beside the plywood.]
Think you can make it to that?
[The 'that' Breq is pointing to is a tree trunk mostly sunk into the mud, roots in the air-- all the rain must have saturated the soil too much for it to take.]
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[Breq shrugs, the silver of shielding glimmering with the movement.]
And I'm not wading through mud.
[Not as much as her companion. And speaking of, she casts around their surroundings, looking for something beside the plywood.]
Think you can make it to that?
[The 'that' Breq is pointing to is a tree trunk mostly sunk into the mud, roots in the air-- all the rain must have saturated the soil too much for it to take.]