No voice answered.
But something deep in the earth pulsed once in return.
The forest was a whispering hush around them the next morning, filtered sunlight dancing across damp skin and tangled limbs as they began to stir. Jude woke first, slowly peeling himself from the warm knot of bodies nestled against him. Rose lay draped over his chest, her breath even, eyelashes still fanned across her cheek. Lucy had curled up along his other side, her bare thigh slung across his. Sophie's arm rested across his hips, fingers twitching in her sleep like she was still dreaming.