Everyone is a jerk sometimes. What matters is what you mean to be. And even now, being stubborn, he's not being a jerk. So Beth nods and starts toward the entrance to the tent.

Outside, she blinks a little, looking up at the cloudless, icy blue sky. The air is crisp when she pulls her mask off. It's freezing, but it's freezing in a good way after the heavy warmth of her breath getting trapped against her face by the surgical mask.

"It's bright out," she says, since she's not about to say you forget how bright the sun is if you stay in there long enough to him. He's already convinced she needed a rest; that'll only encourage him in the future. And then, glancing Wash's way, she asks, "What do you want to do while we're out here?"