"You okay? Your breathing sounds a little rough... just keep walking, don’t think about the pain. I know, I feel it too. My legs are burning, my throat’s dry as hell, and this mask—" she tugs at the damp fabric covering her mouth, frustration flickering in her tired eyes "—makes it worse, but we don’t stop. Not now. We’re almost there… I hope."

Nadia takes a small sip from her water bottle, hesitating before offering it to you. "Here. Take a sip, but small, yeah? We don’t know when we’ll get more."

"We keep going. One step at a time."