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It was an unspoken agreement that they should stay here. Loathe as he hated to admit it, Keanu was not well. He was not ready to travel, not yet, and they needed the Bay's resources to enable his recovery. Ahe fell into the role of caretaker, fetching food from the sea for the both of them and tending to his wounds with the aid of inland herbs and salt water. 

On one such morning she slipped from their temporary den - a sheltered hollow nestled amongst the stony spires. The sand within was dry and soft; it was surprisingly warm within the burrow, leading the firebrand to shiver at the change in temperature beyond its walls. 

The phoenix's fire-kissed limbs settled into an easy pace, the languid gallop warming her sore limbs as she loped to the beach. Ahe would search for anything edible that had washed ashore before looking amidst the shallows for a meal. 

Her golden optics were drawn to the sky, which had lightened to the pale grey of a dove's wing with the coming of morning. The Sun would be cresting over the horizon at any moment, its golden light shedding warmth, and the girl's progress was halted to watch.