[ he knows there's no real way to answer that, not when so much is the same, the woods being as they are, everything about this place making it simple to get lost as the most evident change is the shifting of the hour and what comes with each.
but he's desperate now, voice deepening to something harsher. ]
Where is she? [ though the "where" hints more at a stronger "how", terrified in even asking. ] I need to know where you are.
[The fact that he doesn't say he's not in here is a small relief at least, but his increasing demand to know their location snaps her back to reality. Remembering that she has a compass on her, Skye manages to bring her bag closer to her so she can reach in and grab it with one hand, the other still firmly on Wynonna.]
123 degrees south east.
[Which could very easily be pointless to him if he isn't great with directions or doesn't have a compass of his own. She tries to keep her voice lower so that Wynonna can't hear her panic, the desperation, in her voice.]
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[ he knows there's no real way to answer that, not when so much is the same, the woods being as they are, everything about this place making it simple to get lost as the most evident change is the shifting of the hour and what comes with each.
but he's desperate now, voice deepening to something harsher. ]
Where is she? [ though the "where" hints more at a stronger "how", terrified in even asking. ] I need to know where you are.
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123 degrees south east.
[Which could very easily be pointless to him if he isn't great with directions or doesn't have a compass of his own. She tries to keep her voice lower so that Wynonna can't hear her panic, the desperation, in her voice.]
Hurry. Please.