Chapter 93 - The Toll of Survival

The cabin was still as the early morning sun filtered through the windows, its golden light pooling across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the forest remained unnervingly silent, its usual dawn chorus of birdsong conspicuously absent. The air inside felt heavy, like a thread pulled taut, holding everything just shy of breaking. The faint tension of the night before lingered unspoken between them, settling into the corners and clinging to their movements.

Taryn's footsteps were sure but slower than usual as she moved around the cabin, readjusting the strap of her pack. Her skin was pale, her movements stiff, but she refused to show the weight of her exhaustion. Her hand rested on the hilt of her blade as she buckled it to her belt, the metal gleaming faintly in the morning light.