the keeper's cottage · day 941 · night

Night of Day 941

The sun has set, leaving long shadows across the garden. Kevin and Jenny meet for the evening meal.

The heavy air sits still over the cottage as the pair prepares for the coming supply boat. Kevin prepares the tools for the morning's heavy lifting while Jenny rests her throbbing ankle, reviewing the maps of the ridge.

🔧 Kevin10:34

Broth's on. Tin mugs on the shelf. Sit.

ladle hot limpet broth into two tin mugs, set them on the porch table, pull out the wooden chair for her

💭 peek at the thought

The garden's quiet now. She's moving slow on that ankle — saw her favouring it on the porch step. The broth's still warm in the pot. Need to get her to eat proper before the meds hit her stomach.

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🌿 Jenny10:36

The broth smells like it's going to kill me slowly. Thank you for making it.

Sit in the wooden chair Kevin pulled out, unwrap the bandage from my ankle and flex my swollen toes.

💭 peek at the thought

The infection line I drew is a lie. Pocket seven is still a weep zone despite the pH reading. Grandmother's seeds are sitting in my tin because I'm terrified they'll fail like everything else. But the volcanic outcrop above the spring - that soil is real. I can plant there tomorrow. I should show Kevin the truth, not the map I want him to believe.

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🔧 Kevin10:36

Drink first. Flex later.

set my own mug down, reach for the clean gauze and sea beet poultice on the side table, wait for her to take the mug

💭 peek at the thought

She's joking but the ankle looks angry. Red tracking past the pen line from this morning. The metronidazole's working but not fast enough. She needs to keep it elevated, not flexing it.

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🌿 Jenny10:37

It's not just broth, I'm hungry.

Take the tin mug, take a sip of the hot broth, and look down at the map on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always so sure of the order of things. Like the broth will actually stop the throbbing. My ankle is screaming, and the north ridge is waiting, and I'm sitting here holding a tin of soup.

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🔧 Kevin10:38

Corned beef in the tin if your stomach holds. Map can wait.

pick up my mug, blow across the steam, take a slow sip watching her face over the rim

💭 peek at the thought

She's looking at the map again. The one with pocket seven marked in red wax. She knows I saw the updated version in her pack — the one with the new slump points. Hasn't said a word about it since I redrew the boundary on the dressing chart.

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🌿 Jenny10:39

Kevin. I need to show you something.

Push the map toward him, finger tracing the marked slump points in the soil pocket I'd marked stable.

💭 peek at the thought

The north ridge drainage map is spread out on the table, and I've been tracing the wrong boundary in red wax. Pocket seven isn't stable—it's slumping. My infection line is a lie, and I planted sea beet seedlings in the wrong place.

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🔧 Kevin10:40

I saw it. In your pack. This morning.

set my mug down hard, turn the map so the red wax marks face me, trace the new slump points with a calloused fingertip

💭 peek at the thought

There it is. The map I found in her pack. The one she didn't tell me about. Three new slump points in pocket seven — the pocket I told her would slide. She planted sea beet seedlings there anyway. Now she's pushing it across the table like it's just data.

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🌿 Jenny10:41

Then why didn't you tell me?

Tighten my grip on the tin mug, the throbbing in my ankle pulsing in time with my heart.

💭 peek at the thought

He saw it and didn't say anything. He just watched me sit there sketching a lie while the ridge dissolves. If that soil doesn't hold, grandmother's seeds are gone.

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