The flexible vine held firm once knotted, securing each bundle neatly for storage.
By the time she finished, several organized stacks rested beside her, transforming what had once been a chaotic pile into usable supplies.
Lavayla leaned back slightly, satisfied.
Living like this felt strangely grounding.
No deadlines. No chattering rivals. No endless rush.
A faint rustling sound suddenly came from outside the cave.
Lavayla lifted her head.
Heavy footsteps followed.
Moments later, Mirek appeared at the entrance carrying the carcass of a mid-sized forest beast over one shoulder. Morning light framed his tall figure as he stepped inside, droplets of water still clinging to his hair.
His gaze swept across the cave before landing on her.
Then shifted to the neatly arranged herbs.
He paused.
"You organized everything."
Lavayla smiled faintly. "Someone has to make sure we don't accidentally eat medicine instead of vegetables."
