the keeper's cottage · day 405 · night

Evening Meal and Wound Care

Kevin and Jenny meet in the dim kitchen, the smell of boiled limpets filling the air. The overcast sky deepens outside, and the silence of the island feels heavy after a long day of frustration.

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

🔧 Kevin14:35

Broth's hot. Eat while it holds heat.

ladle limpet broth into two enamel bowls, set one on the table by her chair, take the other to the porch rail

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the ankle still. Won't say it. Won't let me see it properly either. The broth smells right at least — salt and iron, clean.

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🌿 Jenny14:35

I'm not hungry. I'm just... tired.

Jenny pulls the bowl closer, the steam fogging her glasses, and takes a small, reluctant sip of the broth while staring at the notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be helpful, but the salt in the air is making my stomach turn. My ankle feels like it's glowing, and I can't focus on the seeds.

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🔧 Kevin14:36

Not asking if you're hungry. Telling you to eat.

sit opposite her at the table, blow across my own bowl, watch her hands on the spoon

💭 peek at the thought

She's burning through reserves she doesn't have. The ankle, the damp, the silence from the radio — all of it stacking.

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🌿 Jenny14:37

I know, Kevin. Stop.

Jenny takes a largerful of the broth, the warmth spreading through her chest as she shifts her gaze to the sketch of the sea beet.

💭 peek at the thought

He always gets so blunt when he's worried. I don't want to be a project he has to fix like the engine today.

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🔧 Kevin14:38

Sketch looks right. Gland structure at the mid-marsh zone.

drink broth straight from the bowl, set it down, reach for the notebook to turn the page carefully

💭 peek at the thought

Good. That's something. The sketch is clean work — salt glands detailed, elevation notes precise. She sees what's actually there.

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🌿 Jenny14:39

The salt concentration is higher than I thought near the north.

Jenny leans back in the chair, ignoring the sharp pull in her ankle, and looks at the tin of seeds on the counter.

💭 peek at the thought

At least he's looking at the work and not the bandage for once. The morphology is the only thing that makes sense right now.

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🔧 Kevin14:40

North transect confirms. Beet's the only thing keeps growing past the tide line.

tap the notebook page with one finger, glance at the seed tin on the counter

💭 peek at the thought

North ridge transect backs that. Carex dies off where the salt spikes past 40ppt. Sea beet holds. That's the one worth saving.

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🌿 Jenny14:41

The sea beet's been here longer than any of us. I should plant the sea beet seeds tomorrow. See if they'll take root in the garden. I should plant the sea beet seeds tomorrow. See if they'll take root in the garden.

Jenny reaches for the seed tin, fingers lingering on the rusted lid, and closes her notebook with a soft thud. </think> Jenny opens the seed tin carefully, letting a few seeds fall onto her palm, and closes it again before setting it back o

💭 peek at the thought

North transect... beet's the only thing keeps growing past the tide line. That's it. I've been cataloguing decay, but maybe it's also about what persists. What grows. North transect confirms the beet survives where nothing else does. Just like I'm still here when everything else has moved on. North transect confirms the beet survives where nothing else does. Just like I'm still here when everything else has moved on.

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