XXXVII.
Later, as the sun was starting to set, it was soon time to eat.
The plan was for Jed to catch the fish, while Bridgette gathered twigs and stones to set the fire.
Typhon and El were sitting next to each other on the shore, in the meantime.
Sensing the tension in the air between them, Typhon was gazing out across the gradually darkening water's surface, mustering up the courage to say something.
"Was today...fun?" He finally asked, turning to her sharply.
The bear cub had fallen asleep in El's lap, meaning she no longer had anything to distract herself with.
Her gaze was fixed downward. "Yes."
Typhon felt sick. Why was she acting this way?
"I-I-Is this about last night?" He asked. "Did I do something wrong?"
"Thank you," El said unto her bare feet.
"Thank you...for everything."
Typhon didn't understand, as she averted her gaze. Pushing him away, once again.
