The days passed uneasily in the cove.
Tyr's cryptic warning about being watched hung in the air like an unwelcome shadow, unsettling
It wasn't a lie, this island was creepy as hell.
Emery no matter how much she tried to ignore it.
Yet, whenever she pressed Tyr for more details, he shrugged her off with vague remarks or evasive smirks that did little to soothe her nerves.
Tyr disappeared into the jungle daily, either hunting or scouting, returning at odd hours with game or updates so sparse they might as well have been guesses.
Meanwhile, Emery busied herself with fortifying the cave and rationing their supplies.
It gave her a sense of control in the chaos. Lir, ever patient and steady, stayed nearby to help.
His quiet company was a stark contrast to Tyr's unpredictable energy.
"You know, he's not as reckless as he seems," Lir said one afternoon as they worked together to secure the cave's entrance with driftwood and stones scavenged from the shore.
