the keeper's cottage · day 486 · night

Evening Meal and Storm Watch

Kevin and Jenny sit at the small table as the smell of boiled sea beet fills the room. The wind picks up.

Kevin spent the evening inspecting the radio mast components and checking the loose mooring ring at the dock. Jenny meticulously debrided her ankle and sketched the salt glands on the sea beet leaves in her notebook.

🔧 Kevin21:59

Sea beet's good. Less salt than last batch.

push the tin mug of limpet broth toward her with a calloused finger

💭 peek at the thought

Wind's shifting. She's quiet tonight — more than usual. The ankle's healing but she's not talking about it. Or about the radio silence on Tom's frequency. I should say something. Anything.

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🌿 Jenny21:59

It's fine. Needs salt.

Takes a sip of the broth, wincing slightly as the heat hits the throb in her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be helpful, but I can barely taste the broth today.

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🔧 Kevin22:01

Got more corned beef fat if you want it. Cuts the brine.

slide the small jar of rendered fat across the table, keeping my eyes on the broth in my own mug

💭 peek at the thought

She's favouring the left side. The swelling's down but the heat in the joint says the infection's not done. She won't ask for help. Won't say it hurts.

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🌿 Jenny22:01

Thanks.

Dips a small piece of fat into the broth, watching it melt on the surface.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm not even hungry for fat, but the stomach is empty.

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