Desmond kept walking, grappling with her as best as he could, and his footsteps still steady and certain. He gritted his teeth any time she actually managed to get a hand on him. He knew the pathway back because of his own tracking skills. "Listen, Lucy, if you stay out here, you're going to fucking die, and I'm not going to be responsible for that again." He was pretty furious, to be honest, about this entire situation, and about what was happening between them. The fire was good, it fueled him.

"I'm taking you back even if it's kicking and screaming to the others, I think they stopped to camp out for the night, and then you can do whatever the fuck you want. If you want to act like a rational person I will put you down, otherwise, keep squirming all you want, I'm not going to stop."