"Locals who might've left those decorations back there, you mean?" Rae says dryly, climbing. "I really don't care to find out whether that was a cow or something else."

Right before another branch in their path, there's a particularly steep bit where part of the stonework has fallen away, broken by something stronger than itself in some distant time past. Rae manages to pull herself up, and then, with a grip on an edge of the wall, offers a hand down to Simmons.