Your mine

Thalindra helped me back to my feet, her hand steadying me despite my ankle's persistent throbbing. Her grip was firm but surprisingly gentle, and I tried not to focus on how close we were as we started walking again.

She didn't say much, which was rare for her. Usually, her sharp wit filled the silence, but today, she seemed preoccupied. 

The forest around us had taken on an eerie stillness. The birds that had chirped earlier were now silent, and the only sounds were our footsteps and the faint rustling of leaves in the breeze. Even the fox, who was usually scampering somewhere nearby, was nowhere to be seen. 

"I don't like this," I muttered, glancing around. 

Thalindra tilted her head slightly, her expression unreadable. "It's too quiet," she agreed. 

Her voice sent a shiver down my spine, though I wasn't sure if it was the tone or the atmosphere. Something felt off, and it wasn't just the pain in my ankle.