Well, at least Ellie will have a soft landing.

She doesn't seem to really remember how to catch herself and lands hard - only avoiding cracking her skull open by sheer luck. She's definitely going to bruise all along her back, though, alongside scratches on her elbows. The pain jolts a laugh out of her.

"Still getting used to watching your step?" Kiss.

"Just a little." Kiss!

"How's the ground here feel?"

"Rocky! There's a stone digging into my butt."

"Want to keep moving?"

"Let's."

Ellie stands and pulls Knife up.

Giggle kiss.

And: onward!

To this rumored gazebo ruin.

It's still there. The gazebo is even discernible - it was well built - but covered in vines, and it doesn't look entirely structurally sound.

The tiles have cracked some, and grass has grown in the cracks, and they're very mossy - but still a good place to lay, and a complicated geometric pattern is still evident. 

Knife's expression briefly shifts from excitement to fondness. 

"Good memories here?"

"Yeah. This was my favorite retreat."

"Ready to make some new ones?"

"Absolutely." Kiss!

Kiss!

And Ellie grabs Knife's hair in her fingers and pulls.

Little moan! 

Ellie bites Knife's lip, hard.

Yelp! And then giggle.

"Shall I cut your clothes off?" she whispers.

"Please."

Ellie pulls the knife out, traces it gently up Knife's body.

"I think your ride should get a taste of this too."

"Mmm, how much?" She shivers.

"I want to feel her fear."