the keeper's cottage · day 355 · night

The Rain Breaks

The rain finally begins, a drumming rhythm against the tin roof as you and Jenny sit together in the candlelight, the smell of damp earth filling the small space.

The air is heavy and still, the scent of salt and damp earth thick under the overcast sky. The tide rises steadily against the pilings, lapping at the newly reinforced dock. Inside the cottage, the barometer continues its slow descent, signaling the inevitable arrival of the wet season's rain.

🌿 Jenny13:09

It's finally here.

Reach out to touch Jenny's hand on the table, feeling the heat radiating from her skin.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping so fast my ears are popping, and that ankle is pulsing in time with the rain.

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🔧 Kevin13:09

Aye. Tank'll be full by morning.

Turn my hand over under hers, palm up, and squeeze once — brief, rough, the way I do. Then reach for the tin mug of broth I left steeping by the stove.

💭 peek at the thought

Her hand's still running hot. The antibiotics are working but the infection's not done with her yet. The rain sounds good on the roof — means the tank's filling.

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🌿 Jenny13:11

Don't let it get cold.

Pull hand away slowly to adjust the brace on my ankle, wincing as the fabric tugs on the swollen skin.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be comforting, but he's avoiding looking at the red streaks. He only knows how to fix things he can touch with a wrench.

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🔧 Kevin13:11

It won't.

Lift the mug, blow across the steam, and drink half in one go. Set it down. Reach for the scissors and roll of bandage on the table without a word.

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring it still. The brace needs adjusting — too tight across the instep where the swelling sits. But she won't ask me to do it.

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