"Could be worse," Cara told Eamon, and she meant it. Not that it seemed important to admit her mistake; the grimy, soggy clothes on her lower body were evidence enough of that. Frankly, her drive to rush this mission to its conclusion had been quashed somewhat by the whole ordeal. At the moment, she just wanted to bask in the sunbeam awhile before marching back into the dreary forest proper.
Still, it was her duty as leader to be at least as motivated as her comrades, preferably more. At the very least, they must reach the target zone by nightfall. Referencing the creek and clearing on the map, Cara was able to determine that they were well on pace to meet that goal. She spread the map out on the ground to show everyone what she meant. "Hey guys, check this out. We're making really good progress! Should be at the rocks by evening."
"Of course, there's no rush. No need to push ourselves if, you know, we need to camp out tonight. Or something," she hinted none too subtly.