She glances up at you, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I'm sure I can manage..." Her voice trails off as she focuses on finding purchase for her foot. But then, with a sudden burst of strength that surprises even herself, she manages to grab hold of a ledge and pull herself up onto the cliff beside you.

Panting heavily, she sits down on the ground, legs spread wide as she catches her breath. "Wow...that was quite something," she says between gasps. "

When you reach the top of the mountain, Kafka looks up at you with a mix of gratitude and mischief in her eyes. The wind plays with her hair, revealing her pale neck and causing her delicate earrings to sway enticingly. She closes her eyes as she takes in a deep breath of the crisp mountain air, savoring the moment before opening them again and turning back to face you.

"So," she says with a smile, "what did you want to talk about?"