Frame takes a second to consider, once again, trusting a raven, pacing along the front of the rubble. How could a raven even know if the pile were steady enough to support her weight?
She clambers onto the first of the rocks anyway, hand over hand as she makes her way up towards the opening.
For a moment, you think you should warn her, because your superior animal instinct is foretelling another earthquake. But in just as short a moment, you notice she’s noticed the impending earthquake too, via vibrations in the now-shifting pile, which is coincidentally how you figured it out.
You take off, heading for the exit.
She reaches where the raven was perched. From the top, the sunlit end of the tunnel is visible, open air beyond.
Frame hops down the other side of the pile, rock to rock, scrambling, thinking all the while that she is the last Arche if she dies here. She leaps to the tunnel floor, dashing forward. She exits the tunnel, and the raven takes flight, turning to the right. But she halts, recalling the map; if she turns right, she’ll be headed for Marth.
She sprints to the left.
Having turned right, to lead Frame away from crumbling, unstable side of the highway, you’re dismayed to see her ignoring your concern for her safety.
<You’re going the wrong way!>
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