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"We'll need more moss," Zephyr decided aloud, mind shifting to logistics. "And fresh water. And charfruit—maybe lure a char-vine to the edge of camp. Star can keep it hot enough to fruit early."
Fenna smiled weakly at his practicality. "Same old Zep."
He shrugged. "Someone's got to think about breakfast."
She laughed.. quiet but real.
Zephyr clapped his hands together, rallying himself. "First, I'll reinforce Star's nest so Emberling can stay warm. Then I'll start on the food. Meanwhile, you rest, Fen."
Fenna shook her head. "I don't want to sleep. But I'll sit by her."
"Fair." He squeezed her shoulder. "We'll talk more after we settle her. The world out there isn't going to stop for us, but we'll face it on our own time."
She held his gaze. "Thank you."
"Welcome, You're everything to me," he said, and meant it.
They walked back to Star's nest. The drake cracked one eye, chin lifting in curiosity. Zephyr knelt, stroking his scales. "Good guard work, buddy."
