Eleanor glanced at the hole, her face one of concern. "Are ye sure this is the way?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
She had always been this way by nature—constantly seeking reassurance, asking questions repeatedly to quell her overthinking.
But lately, her tendency had spiraled out of control, worsened by her own frequent mistakes.
It had even reached a pinnacle where she questioned whether, if they all survived and managed to exit the cave, she would even ask for an invitation to Jack to join the crew.
She felt overwhelmed by her perceived lack of worth, viewing herself as inexperienced, clumsy, and a far cry from deserving of such a position she had yearned for.
Jack nodded, his gaze fixed on the dark abyss below. "Aye, if I know Mary, she's gone after that beast. We've got no choice but to follow."
