“Kind of, yeah,” he says, absolutely serious.

The kettle behind him squalls and he lets go of her hands to twist around and shut it off before turning back to her. He hadn’t actually wanted coffee; he’d just needed something to do.

“It’s not like we ran out there unprepared, either. We packed supplies - even weapons, left word and trail markers, and were planning to explore an area on the mountain and were taking what should have been an easy shortcut to get there. You might have done the same damn thing, and I’d have understood it.”

Frustration leaks into his tone by the end.