Carly until recently was ambling down the road at a fairly good clip- Hei is pretty good at this carrying thing, and seems like a strange cloven hooved motorcycle the way she's run at times.

But it's approaching evening at this point, so the clopping has lessened to an even trot.

And then a stop, because...uh.

Huh.

"Eh...." Boy. Wow. "...That...doesn't really seem like a tent..."

John if she were in your shoes she'd have just balled that thing into a pillow and curled up in a tree honestly.