Elle was leery about trusting her, but after all she had done to the never dying barbie doll, Claire had been there, rather if Elle forced her to be. "OK," she huffed, leaned into the ex-cheerleader.
There was so many things Elle should say, like how she should have stayed to help Peter or how Claire wasn't such a bad person, something. But she was Elle, she would never express that, she was raised not to.
She kept blinking her eyes as the woman slowly walked. their way up the beach. Her throat was dry now, her vision blurry, she stumbled a little, but kept her hold on Claire for she wouldn't fall over.