Dragoncrest Cliffs two bros chillin in the hot tub five feet apart because they’re not gay

It’s a few hours before daybreak that Mallaidh finally has purpose in her steps. Even under the coat of darkness, she finds the familiar path to the fallen tree she’d found long ago. Each passing minute the sky lightens by a fraction as the cusp of dawn peeks over and the sound of seagulls stirring on the beach beckon their first meal of the day. All she wants to do is whip them from existence and sleep until she stops existing, too. 

After Blixen found her, she hadn’t been able to sleep much and wanders through the redwood forest as much as her ankle will allow. After a while, it doubled in size from the stress and she moved with a more pronounced limp. The scabs forming over her shoulder remain intact but she struggles with her gait and she only feels relief when the log finally comes into view. 

Mallaidh does not ask to enter, the familiar scent of Rose taking over her nostrils. A heavy sigh escapes her as she works her way in carefully, dipping in and making room for herself against the other body in the first light of morning.