After my conversation with Chief Lionel, I headed toward the quarters where the others were temporarily housed. The evening air was thick with humidity, carrying with it the faint scent of earth and burning torches. As I approached, I caught sight of Kirk emerging from one of the larger huts, his silhouette lit from behind by flickering flames.
"Oh? Done talking with our Chief?" he asked, his voice deep and leisurely, laced with the weight of familiarity.
"Yes," I replied with a slight nod. "He was much more accommodating than I imagined."
"Well, it seems the old lion has a soft spot for those acknowledged by his daughter. And let me tell you—there's only ever been one person she's acknowledged. That person… is you. That alone should tell you everything." A small, knowing smile curled his lips. "Our Chief's very lenient with her. She's his only daughter. His only child."
"I see..." I murmured thoughtfully. "Is there any way I could contact her while I'm staying here?"
