"Easy for you to say. I'd like to see you do this."

But, regardless of complaints, he pulled through, sore muscles and all, finally climbed over the edge and crawling to safety. For a moment he just laid there and gave his body a break.

But Iggy.

He pushed himself up and forced himself back to his feet. Untying the rope, he started to wrap it up, and gathered up his share of the other things.

"Don't want Iggy to complain about us being late."

He couldn't wait to get back. Get a fire going. Get some food, have some shelter, and be able to peel off some of these damp clothes.