Grabbing a few large bones from the pile, I threw them into the walls of the pit, creating a makeshift staircase.
Lightly jumping from bone to bone, I was able to leave the pit with Gary scrambling his way up after me. He had this annoyed look as he brushed off fragments of bones from his shoulders.
"I just got these clothes too," he grumbled.
"Stop complaining. What's the point of having fresh new clothes if you're dead?" I asked.
"...I guess you're right," he muttered.
Back on the path, as we were treading along, I couldn't help but notice that Gary was walking a little closer to me than before.
This probably wasn't because he trusted me but because he was starting to get scared about what was awaiting us the deeper into the labyrinth we were getting.
Does he think I will protect him if we come across danger?
