Bearclaw Valley stay close with your wounded eyes

Cole watches her for a beat, the quiet between them as familiar as breath. There is no need to fill it, no need to make sense of why they are both here instead of tucked away in the dark.
When she moves, he follows without hesitation, his steps slow to match hers. The night stretches endless above them, cold and vast, but it does not feel empty.
You always out here wandering? His voice is low, a murmur against the hush of the wind. It is not prying, just curiosity. Not much else to do when sleep does not come easy.