Two months later, The Pacific Northwest.
Ivory sat in the corner of a small, wooden plank house, watching Joshua fill the fireplace with logs he’d brought home earlier. As habit had developed, she felt around the baldness of her scalp and the scars which inhabited it. She and Joshua now both kept their hair whisker-short, Joshua sporting a massive beard.
He turned to face her after tossing the last chunk of wood into the fire, with a smile that failed to reach his dim eyes. She smiled back, fighting the urge to turn her gaze to the multiple scars which peppered his face, a fight she lost as he sat down beside her.
“Do they still hurt?” Ivory asked, feeling her lover’s forearms and face. Both were lean, but firm, malnourished-like. She recognized the feeling, having lost some weight herself over the last couple of months.