As soon as Gyre mentions meeting at the top, Matilda’s fucking gone. Literally. She vanishes from where she’s sounding with a pop, and is gone for only a few minutes before she’s back, looking cross.

“Exercise is good for a young lady!” She snaps, asserting her well being over the fact that she just didn’t want to hang out alone with the monsters at the top for a long stretch of time. No matter how unsuited her current outfit may be for hiking.