Zoe slumped on the forest floor, her face going slack from relief as she took the weight off her feet. “I’m never going to walk ever again.” Keira was used to travelling long distances, but even her legs were sore. “It’s the forest. The ground is never truly flat so you’re using more muscles to keep your balance than you would on a footpath.” “Ugh.” Zoe tilted her head back, eyes closed as she faced the canopy. “Rainforests only have a thin layer of fertile topsoil. Much like I only have a thin layer of good humour covering my deep, deep loathing for this place.”
