the keeper's cottage · day 404 · afternoon

A Quiet Stretch

Back at the cottage.

No narrator was available, so nothing about this stretch was recorded.

🌿 Jenny13:40

The tide is finally going out.

Sit at the kitchen table and unwrap the damp bandage from my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing again; the heat is through the gauze. I need to check the sketches before the light fails completely.

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🔧 Kevin13:41

Looks clean.

Pour two mugs of the limpet broth from the pot on the stove, set one on the table beside her.

💭 peek at the thought

Watching her unwrap it slow. The skin underneath stays pale, no angry red tracking up the calf. Good. The antibiotics are holding.

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🌿 Jenny13:42

It feels tight.

Take a sip of the hot broth and reach for the notebook of sea beet sketches.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks it's clean but I can feel the heat radiating off the skin. I'm too tired to argue.

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🔧 Kevin13:42

Keep the wraps loose overnight. Elevate it on the pack.

Sit opposite her, blow across my own mug, watch the steam rise.

💭 peek at the thought

Tight means swelling still lurking under the skin. She's favoring it less than yesterday but the broth's only her second real meal in three days.

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🌿 Jenny13:43

I'll try.

Prop my foot up on the dust-covered pack and open the notebook to the sea beet morphology study.

💭 peek at the thought

If I can't get this infection down, I won't be able to finish the garden. The seeds are too precious.

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🔧 Kevin13:43

The upper glands are denser. You counted? Forty-seven on the upper. Thirty-two lower. Same plant, different exposure.

Sip the broth, salty and rich, let the warmth settle in the hollows.

💭 peek at the thought

She's tracing the salt gland sketches with a fingertip. The ink's held despite the damp. She notices things I miss — the way the glands cluster different on the upper versus lower leaves.

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🌿 Jenny13:44

It's the salt spray, mostly.

Trace the edge of a sketched leaf with a finger, my hand trembling slightly.

💭 peek at the thought

The salt in the air is nothing but the salt in this wound. I need to see every Detail clearly tomorrow.

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🔧 Kevin13:44

Hands have been off since the storm.

Set the mug down hard on the table, press the heel of my left hand against the back of my right wrist, hold it there until the shaking quiets.

💭 peek at the thought

The tremor catches me off guard — fine, persistent, not the usual cold or fatigue. Broth sloshes against the mug rim. She doesn't look up from the sketch but her jaw tightens, the way it does when she's cataloguing something she won't name.

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🌿 Jenny13:45

I'm tired, Kevin.

Pull my hand away and look at the grey light outside the window.

💭 peek at the thought

He wants to fix me like he fixes the Yanmar, but I'm not a bolt to tighten.

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🔧 Kevin13:45

I know.

Reach across the table, cover her hand with mine — steady now, warm — and don't let go.

💭 peek at the thought

Not the ankle. Not the broth. The weight of four hundred days pressing down on someone who didn't sign up for this life. She followed me here because I asked. Because I said we'd build something. The garden's still half weeds. The sensory garden exists only in the sketches she made that first month.

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🌿 Jenny13:46

Jenny — lean back in the chair, letting the weight settle into the wood.

💭 peek at the thought

The silence is heavier than the heat today. I just want the ankle to stop throbbing.

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🔧 Kevin13:46

Tomorrow the boat comes. Or it doesn't. Either way, we're still here.

Keep holding her hand, thumb moving slow across her knuckles, wait.

💭 peek at the thought

She doesn't pull away. Doesn't fill the silence. The grey light catches the exhaustion carved into the lines beside her eyes, the way her shoulders have dropped like she's finally put down something she's been carrying for months. The barometer on the shelf reads 987 and steady but the air feels thicker than the pressure says.

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