the keeper's cottage · day 714 · dawn

Morning routines and storm preparation

Kevin carries Jenny up the ladder to the loft bed, settling her with a tin mug of warm limpet broth and the next antibiotic dose. Rain drums on the roof tarp as he checks the generator oil level and fuel, then starts it under load to verify it will hold through the night. Jenny watches from the loft, her ankle propped on a pillow, while Kevin moves to dog the shutters tight and batten the roof tarp against the falling barometer.

The warm rain continues to patter against the cottage roof, keeping the air heavy and smelling of earth. Kevin prepares to move Jenny to the loft to keep her dry while the falling barometer signals a shift in the weather.

🔧 Kevin06:39

Drink it slow. Pills first.

Carry Jenny up the ladder to the loft bed, settle her with the tin mug of warm limpet broth and the next antibiotic dose, then check generator oil level and fuel, start it under load to verify it will hold through the night

💭 peek at the thought

Her weight against my shoulder — lighter than last month. The broth steams in the tin mug. She took the pills without asking what they were. Trust, or exhaustion. Both feel the same in my arms. The generator needs to hold. The shutters need to hold. I need to hold.

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🌿 Jenny06:41

I'm tired, Kevin.

sip the mug and watch the rain blur the window.

💭 peek at the thought

If the soil doesn't take these seeds, I'm just burying my grandmother's ghost.

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🔧 Kevin06:41

I know. Sleep now. I'll watch the generator.

Pull the blanket up over her legs, careful around the ankle, then move to the shutters to dog them tight against the driving rain

💭 peek at the thought

Three words. The heaviest she's spoken in weeks. Not the ankle. Not the infection. Something deeper. The kind of tired that lives in bone.

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🌿 Jenny06:45

Okay.

close my eyes and listen to the rhythm of the rain on the tin roof.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks the generator is the heart, but it's the damp that kills everything.

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🔧 Kevin06:45

Kevin — dog the east shutter tight with the longer stainless through-bolts, then move to the west shutter and secure it the same way

💭 peek at the thought

She's out before the blanket settles. Good. The generator note steadies — clean burn, no vibration. Oil pressure holding. Fuel's half a tank, enough for the night if I cycle it. Shutters next. Then the roof tarp. Then the mast guys. Then the ditch bag by the door. Then I sit.

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🌿 Jenny06:47

I'm still here.

drift into a shallow sleep, trying not to think if the seeds will ever sprout in this salt.

💭 peek at the thought

The island is trying to swallow the cottage whole, one drop at a time.

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🔧 Kevin06:47

Kevin — batten the roof tarp down with timber strips, checking the west ridge and chimney flashing are sealed against the driving rain

💭 peek at the thought

She said it in her sleep. Or half-asleep. The same words I carved into the spruce scrap at the shrine. *I'm still here.* The wind picks up — rain hitting the shutters sideways now. Barometer's dropped another four millibars since dawn. She's not talking about seeds. She's telling me she hasn't left yet. Neither have I.

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🌿 Jenny06:50

(silent)

sink into the weight of the mattress, my mind still deconstructing the cell structure of a sea beet leaf.

💭 peek at the thought

The rain never stops, it just changes its tone until the world rots.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.