Aeotha pulled herself along, but she wasn't doing it very fast. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she could feel it thumping against her ribs. She was sure she was going to fall. Her right hand, the one that had been slashed in their last fight was the only wrapped hand, and that was the one that hurt the most. The other, sure was sure, would suffer rope burn if she continued using it to hold most of her weight. But still she climbed, just not as fast as he was. Aeotha wasn't meant for this kind of work. Climbing trees was a fine thing to do as children, climbing ropes and running through muddy patches of earth was the thing boys did when they were young. Priestesses simply didn't do that. It wasn't as if she'd never climbed before in her life, she simply didn't do physical things like this often enough to get used to it.
Skandra made such things look easy. They were getting closer and closer to that house he'd mentioned, but Aeotha was dragging herself along the rope now. She looked terrified, and was terrified. She should have loosened her pack and let it fall to the ground below, instead she was hanging there and only barely getting by. Of all the times to need to learn how to climb a rope and not fall to her death, this had to be the worst. When she looked down she saw what Skandra was doing, with his feet on the spire while his arms and hands kept him on the rope.
Looked much easier.
So she mimed him, putting her feet down on the surface of the spire and using her arms and hands to keep herself on the rope. This was easier. The rope shook and swayed every time one of them moved and Aeotha was pale from it. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to watch him die. She didn't want to see another man climb down and try to kill them either. She hurried herself. Yards from it now, one or two. She was looking at the house with wide eyes.
"What if some one's in there." Aeotha hissed down at him.