Cassandra touched down with the grace of a professional quidditch player, waiting to be untied. "It was harder than you made it look." She pouted only to stick her tongue out a moment later. She liked teasing him and seeing this more energetic side of Demo had her coming out of her own shell more.
Their belayer nodded to her that she was free to move along. They had only done one roped route, but Cassandra could feel her muscles starting to ache from the fatigue. Worried, she defaulted to Demo on whether they continued. He'd been practically beaming and didn't want that to stop.