"We go down," Beam said. It was a shallower ravine than what he was used to, though to compensate for that, the river was a little wider. Still, the crossing seemed as though it would be easy, for there was a considerable amount of debris caught amongst the rocks.
"Down there..?" Nila asked. "Aren't we a bit… a bit high up?" Her red hair clung to her forehead, and she held her woollen hat in her hands, having grown far too warm on the run there.
"Do you want me to hold your hat?" Beam asked. "You're going to need at least one free hand to scramble down."
"I can just put it back on," Nila said. "I don't need you to look after me."
"Okay," Beam said as he walked past her, "let's get going then." Just before he descended over the ledge, he snatched her hat from her loose fingers and went skidding down to the first of his footholds, which just so happened to be a small tree.
"Hey!" Nila called after him. "You better not get my hat dirty."
