Worried (The Magicians)
They have a plan, for what it's worth. Never mind that it's got more holes than Swiss cheese. Quentin would point this out, but it'd just mean more talking, more planning, more worrying over how they are going to do the impossible, and he's not sure he can take any more.
“Can we please just go save Eliot now?”
He sounds more exasperated than he probably should, but it works. Margo is the first to move. “All right then.” She hefts her ice axes, looking beautiful and terrifying, a combination that suits her surprisingly well. “What’re we waiting for, bitches?”