Dashiell must have noticed her worry, because he squeezed her shoulder gently. "Hey," he said, his voice soft, "we'll be okay. We just need to stay calm and think of a way out."
She looked up at him, meeting his gaze. "You're right... we just need to think. There has to be a way."
Trisha bit her lip, her mind racing. What could they do?
"Do you think they will find us?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dashiell swallowed hard, not wanting to voice his fear that they were going to die in the cave. "Maybe. But... we can't count on that. We have to figure a way out on our own."
A lump formed in her throat, and she blinked away tears. She felt a sudden urge to reach out and take his hand, but she held back. Instead, she nodded, forcing a brave smile.
"I know," she said, her voice wavering slightly. "We'll think of something."
