After a moment, Brennan twisted away from him, trying to get to her pack.
"Hold on," Booth said. Seeing what she was trying to do, Booth grabbed for her pack.
Brennan ignored him and continued to twist and turn trying to get the pack in front of her. "I just need to get something."
"Bones," he said, his voice sharper this time. The tone had her turning to look at him. "Could you just sit still? I'll get your pack for you if you just give me a second."
"You're angry with me," she said. She waited with her hands in her lap while he unhooked her bag.
"Yeah, Bones, I'm angry with you," Booth admitted, setting the pack in front of her.
Brennan grabbed the last protein bar from the bag and unwrapped it slowly. "I didn't mean to make you angry with me. That wasn't my intention," she said between bites.
"I know it wasn't, Bones." Booth felt the weight of the last twenty-four hours settling on his shoulders. "It's only luck that kept you alive."
"I don't believe in luck." Brennan ate the last of the protein bar and put the empty wrapper back in her bag.
"You apparently don't believe in logic either." The look in her eyes was hard when he held up his hand. "Can we fight about this after we get you off this mountain?"
"I don't want to fight, but I'm willing to postpone the discussion until later."
Booth nodded and looked at her leg. He noticed immediately it was her right one. Sweets owed him an apology.
"What?" Brennan asked at the amused expression on his face.
He shook his head. "I'll explain that later, too."
