the keeper's cottage · day 416 · afternoon

The falling tide reveals the reef

The tide recedes further, leaving tide pools filled with limpets and seaweed. The heavy heat remains stagnant, and the supply boat is still eight days away.

The rain continues its steady drumming on the cottage roof as the water tank finally reaches its maximum capacity. Jenny sits at the table, the steam from the limpet broth warming her face while she struggles to manage her swollen ankle. The tide is low, providing a brief window of access to the pools before the water returns.

🌿 Jenny00:57

I'm starving. Let's get these limpets on the stove before I pass out.

limp slowly to the stove and pour the pot of boiling limpets into the skillet.

💭 peek at the thought

I can't just sit here and wither. The hunger is making me shake, but the ankle is still too hot. I need to fuel up before I even think about moving.

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🔧 Kevin00:57

Fat's in the tin by the stove. I'll get the fork.

walk to the kitchen shelf, pick up the tin of corned beef fat and a fork, bring them to the stove

💭 peek at the thought

Good. Hunger makes the silence easier to fill. I'll grab the corned beef fat while she gets the pan hot — flavor and calories both matter now.

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🌿 Jenny00:59

just set it down, I've got it.

drop a bit of the fat into the skillet with the limpets and turn up the heat.

💭 peek at the thought

He's hovering again. I just need to eat without feeling like a broken specimen under a microscope.

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🔧 Kevin00:59

Kevin — set the tin and fork on the counter beside the stove, lean back against the doorframe, watch the limpets hit the fat

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving stiff but steady. Ankle's holding. I'll let her run the pan — she knows how she likes them.

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🌿 Jenny01:01

Thanks.

stir the limpets around in the pan, wincing as the weight shifts on my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If he watches any harder, I'm going to lose my mind. I need to focus on the sizzle not the throbbing.

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🔧 Kevin01:01

Want me to take the pan?

step closer, hand hovering near the skillet handle, ready to take over if she nods

💭 peek at the thought

That wince was smaller than yesterday. The line I drew hasn't moved. Doxy's working.

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🌿 Jenny01:03

I'm fine, Kevin. Really.

grip the handle tighter and slide the limpets onto a plate.

💭 peek at the thought

No. I can handle a frying pan. I can't let everything become a managed task.

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🔧 Kevin01:03

Cloth's on the hook.

nod once, grab the tin mugs, pour the limpet broth from the pot into both, set one on the table in front of her chair

💭 peek at the thought

She's fine the way I'm fine — functional, not healed. I'll let her have this one. The plate's hot; she'll need the cloth.

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🌿 Jenny01:05

I can pour my own broth.

sit heavily in the chair and pull the plate of limpets toward me.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be helpful, but it feels like he's preparing a patient for a procedure. I just want to be a person.

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🔧 Kevin01:05

Kevin — pick up my mug, blow across the steam, take a sip, sit opposite her at the table

💭 peek at the thought

Right. She pours her own broth. I'll drink mine and shut up.

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🌿 Jenny01:07

I'm not a baby, Kevin.

pick up the fork and eat a limpet, chewing slowly to fight the nausea from the hunger.

💭 peek at the thought

He's testing it for me. Like I'm a child. I can't even have my own broth without a quality control check.

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🔧 Kevin01:07

Kevin — eat a limpet from my own plate, chew slow, watch the rain on the porch glass

💭 peek at the thought

Never said you were. Just poured the broth.

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