The spirits grew.
So did their personalities.
Marie became practical and reliable. When something needed doing, she did it. When the man grew tired, she noticed first. When the cave needed repair, she fixed it without fuss.
Kaia became passionate and confident. She laughed loudly once she learned how. She argued with sparks. She declared every meal better if warmed by her flame.
Sylra became quick-witted and curious. She asked questions constantly. Sometimes three at once. Sometimes she answered herself before the man could speak, then demanded he confirm whether she was right.
Marina became nurturing and emotional. She learned care as easily as breathing. She cried first, laughed second, and forgave fastest.
The quiet cavern became noisy, warm, and alive.
Marie kept the carpet clean because that was where she sat when helping the man's body recover.
Kaia guarded the fire pit as if it were the heart of the world.
