“Have some trust. I won’t let you go. I'm strong enough to sit here all day and hang out if I want. You’re just making moving impossible.” Kaelin doesn’t seem overly worried about dangling out here over a ravine as mud slides down before my eyes and covers his one hand that is anchoring us into the single root he managed to catch. It’s not big enough for both our hands, and I have to hold onto his arms instead.
Using his body to try and lift my legs and pivot on the seat he created with his knee, I start trying to slide around without throwing myself to certain death. I cling to him like a limpet, grabbing parts of him I can while climbing in the arc of his body to get myself faced his way. Using his feet as footholds, he stiffens them to hold me. Muddying his clothing with my boots, haul
