the keeper's cottage · day 815 · afternoon

The Rising Tide

The tide begins to turn back toward the shore as Kevin returns to the cottage for the afternoon meal.

The brutal heat settles over the island, making the air shimmer over the sand. Kevin checks the water levels and the dock as the tide rises, while Jenny remains in the shade of the cottage to manage her swollen ankle.

🌿 Jenny00:33

The water level is high enough for another week.

Set down the pencil and rub the swollen ankle over the poultice.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the waves, and the heat is thick enough to swallow.

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🔧 Kevin00:34

Good. Means I don't have to hump it from the spring today.

walk up the porch steps and pull the kettle off the stove, pour two mugs of the limpet broth, set one on the table beside her

💭 peek at the thought

She's managing it. Not healing, but managing. The tank's good. The dock's holding. The rest is noise.

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🌿 Jenny00:35

It's too hot for anything else.

Take a sip of the hot broth and look at the sea beet sketch.

💭 peek at the thought

He doesn't see how much I'm shaking just to sit here.

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🔧 Kevin00:36

Mm.

settle into the chair opposite, blow across my mug, watch the steam rise and dissolve

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. Heat like this, the body wants to shut down. Mine does too.

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🌿 Jenny00:37

Still thinking about the north ridge tomorrow?

Turn the notebook page showing the sea beet salt gland variations.

💭 peek at the thought

His breath fogs the mug while I watch it disappear, just like my grandmother's seeds disappearing into fear.

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🔧 Kevin00:38

Depends on the ankle. And the barometer.

take a slow sip of broth, eyes on the notebook page — the gradient illustrations clean and precise

💭 peek at the thought

The ridge work needs doing. But her ankle's not right, and the heat's not breaking. Pushing her up there tomorrow feels wrong.

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🌿 Jenny00:39

It hasn't moved an inch in three days.

Wince as the ankle shifts against the poultice.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is steady, but my skin feels like it's on fire.

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🔧 Kevin00:40

Barometer doesn't lie. Neither does that ankle.

set my mug down, reach for the clean cloth and the sea beet-mint mix I made fresh this morning

💭 peek at the thought

Three days steady at 1034. That's not weather holding — that's weather waiting. And she knows it.

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🌿 Jenny00:41

It's just the heat. Everything's way today.

Lean back against the stone wall, watching the air shimmer over the sand.

💭 peek at the thought

He's so practical it makes me want to scream at the heat waves.

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🔧 Kevin00:42

Heat doesn't swell a joint that much. Not after antibiotics.

wait, cloth in hand, not pushing

💭 peek at the thought

She's minimising. She does that. The infection's cleared but the joint's still angry, the heat's not helping, and she knows tomorrow's ridge walk is a bad idea but won't say it.

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🌿 Jenny00:43

Maybe I'm just dehydrated.

Look away from the sketch at the half-dead weeds in the garden.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, and I'm too tired to argue it.

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🔧 Kevin00:44

Tank's full. You've had three mugs since noon. That's not it.

press the fresh poultice gentle against the swollen joint, re-wrap with the clean gauze, tie it off slow

💭 peek at the thought

Dehydrated doesn't swell one ankle. She's deflecting. The garden's a mess — my mess — and she's looking at it like it's another failure.

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