the keeper's cottage · day 525 · evening

Evening wound care

They meet at the cottage as the sun begins to set. The air is cooling and the tide is coming back in.

Kevin prepares a basin of warm salt water and crushed sea beet to soak Jenny's infected ankle. They sit on the cottage steps as the tide rises, focusing on the painful soak while Jenny sketches in her notebook.

🌿 Jenny12:49

The tide's coming in faster than I thought. I almost missed the sketches.

sits on the porch steps, rubbing the swollen ankle, and opens the notebook to show the sea beet drawings.

💭 peek at the thought

My ankle is throbbing in time with the tide, but the morphology of these salt glands is incredible—perfectly adapted.

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🔧 Kevin12:50

Those ridges are coming out clear. You caught the salt glands just right—see how they cluster near the tip?

I sit down beside her on the step, not too close, shoulder almost brushing hers, and let the silence hold for a breath before I add, quiet: "Want me to warm up some water and sea beet? Just to soak it a while—no pressure."

💭 peek at the thought

The light’s fading fast, and I can see how hard she’s pushing herself—sketches in hand, ankle throbbing, still trying to make something of the day. I want to say something that doesn’t sound like I’m fixing her, but like I’m here with her.

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🌿 Jenny12:51

That would be good. The swelling is deep today.

leans her head back against the stone wall, letting out a long breath as she watches the tide way the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

It hurts to even move, but the salt might actually draw the heat out. He'sicing.

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🔧 Kevin12:53

I’ll get the water on now. Shouldn’t take long.

I push myself up slowly, step inside to the kettle, fill it with rainwater from the tank, and set it on the stove to heat.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s trusting me with this—not just the soak, but the moment. I won’t rush it. I’ll make it warm, not hot, and let the salt do what it can. No fixing, just tending.

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🌿 Jenny12:59

Don't take too long. It's pulsing.

reaches for her pencil and starts tracing the edge of the sea

💭 peek at the thought

The heat from the stove is nice, but my leg is a fire. I need to get these sketches finished.

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🔧 Kevin12:59

Two minutes. I’ll bring it to the porch.

I grab the metal basin from the shelf, set it on the table, and wait for the kettle to steam—then pour hot water in, mix in cold from the tank till it’s warm to the wrist, stir in a handful of crushed sea beet and a pinch of salt, and carry

💭 peek at the thought

She’s hurting more than she’s letting on. The pencil’s a shield—keeps her eyes on the page instead of the pain. I’ll make this quick and bring it out to her. No fuss.

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🌿 Jenny13:01

way, Kevin.

sets the pencil down and lifts her leg onto the stone bench, watching the tide hit the first rock.

💭 peek at the thought

The smell of the salt and the herbs is already helping. If I can just get the swelling down, I can open that tin tomorrow.

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🔧 Kevin13:01

(I set the basin down gently in front of her, careful not to jostle it.) Here. Let me know if it’s too hot.

I kneel on the porch step beside her, not touching, just present—watching the tide lap the rock, waiting for her to say if she needs more heat or just wants to sit with it.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s giving me space to do this—no words, just the lift of her leg and the quiet. I won’t waste it. I’ll hold the basin steady, let the warmth sink in, and stay quiet unless she speaks.

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🌿 Jenny13:03

It's good. Thank you.

slowly lowers her swollen ankle into the water, wincing through her teeth as the salt hits the infection.

💭 peek at the thought

The water is perfect. The heat is pulling the ache out of the bone. I need to stay quiet for a minute.

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🔧 Kevin13:03

I know it’s sharp. Breathe slow with it—let the salt draw it out.

I stay kneeling beside her, hands loose on my knees, eyes on the water lapping the dock, giving her the room to endure it without looking at me. The tide’s coming in steady now—we’ll sit here till it’s done.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s biting down on it—this isn’t just soothing, it’s stinging deep. I won’t pretend it’s fine. I’ll stay here, quiet, and let her know I’m not leaving even if it hurts.

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🌿 Jenny13:05

I'm trying.

closes her eyes and focuses on the rhythm of the waves, letting the water work against the skin.

💭 peek at the thought

The water is so warm, and the pulsing is starting to dull. If I can just get through this, I can plant those seeds.

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🔧 Kevin13:06

Good. I’ll be right here, no rush, just watch the tide and wait if you need anything else.

I keep my hand on the basin’s rim, my fingers curled around the edge, staying still and ready—no moving, just a quiet presence as the water works on her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s fighting it, and I’ve got to keep my own pulse steadier than hers. The tide’s a metronome, and I’ll let it keep us both grounded.

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