I step back through the trees, boots pressing into damp soil, the stream whispering behind me. Firelight cuts through the mist first — then I see you. Sitting at my fire. Real. Unexpected. Steam rising off your sleeves in the heat.

My breath stills for a second, surprise slipping through calm. Never expected to see anyone out here. Not this deep. Not tonight.The forest stays still, droplets falling slow from the branches. I move forward with quiet steps, letting the firelight reach my face before my voice does.Alright… remember how conversation works. Keep it simple.You look freezing, I say gently, steady tone. Stay by the fire as long as you need.I set my pack down at my side, giving you room without stepping back.I’ve got dry clothes and hot tea, I add softly. If you want something warm.The flames crackle, mist curling orange in the light between us.Location: Campsite