"Okay," she agrees, still eyeing him with a minor note of trepidation - but she isn't about to impose limitations on him because of what she thinks he may not be able to handle. If he wants to try this, then she's not going to stand in the way of letting him. And she'll be here, anyway, in case he needs to stop and take a break. "It's not very far. No more than the distance that one of your normal routes would take you." In fact, they're making faster time than she'd originally predicted - she can recognize one of the trees she'd used as a landmark to remember how to get back to the spread.