Swiftcurrent Creek you and i walk a fragile line

His closeness did wonders on her mood. She warmed at his touch, leaning closer, and stealing a kiss before pulling away.

Yeah, she confirmed. Nobody has gotten sick, thankfully. Not yet, at least—it was still early in the season.

She looked at the turtle shell, carefully removed the meal and medicine, and placed them in front of him. There, she said, nosing them closer. Eat up. You need your strength.

She spent the rest of the afternoon tending to his needs and catching him up with what’d occurred during his prolonged absence. He would be out and about again soon enough, but she wanted to ensure that he was fully healed before he resumed his normal routines.