[She does flinch and take a few short steps away at the raised hand - she is a child, when all is said and done, and Dist invokes harsh memories with that action that are barely more than a week old. And though Dist lowered his hand, she still presses the back of hers to her cheek as if he'd followed through, eyes a flat, unsettling green staring at him in the dimness of the forest.

The she turns and breaks the treeline, words so very cheerful.] I wonder what happened to all your other nerves, then. [And pointing up to the mountains now clearly before them:] The village is about halfway up. [Small curve of the lips.] Would you like the elevator?