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Chapter 51 - Boundaries

The afternoon sun hung low in the sky as the group reconvened in the courtyard behind Sara's grandparents' cottage. The air was cooler now, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees that lined the edge of the property. Despite the peaceful surroundings, there was an undercurrent of tension among them—a subtle shift in the dynamics that had become more apparent since the morning's events.

Sara was the first to arrive, her posture tense as she waited for the others to join her. She had spent the time after their market visit alone, trying to sort through the jumble of emotions that had been stirred up by Lila's playful flirting and the attention Sam had received from the village girls. It wasn't like her to get so worked up over something so trivial, but she couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that had flared up when she saw how easily Sam had charmed the girls—and how easily Lila had slotted herself into his company.

She wasn't used to feeling this way, and it unnerved her.

When Sam finally appeared, her heart gave a little jump that she quickly suppressed. He was talking with Alan, who seemed to be recounting some amusing story from their training days, but Sam's eyes met hers as he approached, and there was something in his gaze that made her stomach flutter.

Sara took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay composed. This was ridiculous. She needed to focus on their mission, not on these distracting feelings.

"Alright, everyone," she called out as the group assembled, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil. "We're going to go over some of our tactics and strategies for the days ahead. We've got a lot to prepare for, and I want to make sure we're all on the same page."

The others nodded, gathering in a loose circle around her. Sam and Alan stood to her right, with Emily, Masha, and Ethan filling in the rest of the circle. Sara's grandparents had made themselves scarce for the afternoon, giving them the space they needed to focus on their work.

As they began discussing their plans, the mood gradually shifted from tense to focused. They talked about their objectives, the potential obstacles they might face, and the roles each of them would play in the days ahead. It was a familiar routine, and the familiarity brought a sense of calm to Sara's frayed nerves.

But every so often, her gaze would drift to Sam, who was listening intently to Alan's suggestions. There was something about him that drew her in—a quiet strength, a calm confidence that made her feel both comforted and unsettled at the same time.

"—and that's why we should keep our formation tight when we approach the gate," Alan was saying, drawing her attention back to the conversation. "We don't know what kind of resistance we'll face, but we need to be ready for anything."

"Agreed," Sara said, nodding. "But we also need to be adaptable. If things go south, we have to be able to switch tactics quickly."

Sam glanced at her, his expression thoughtful. "And what about the Void? Do we have a plan for when we get there?"

Sara hesitated, her mind racing as she considered their options. "The Void is unpredictable. We'll need to rely on our instincts and stay close together. The most important thing is to not get separated. If that happens…"

Her voice trailed off, and the unspoken consequences hung in the air between them.

"We'll make sure it doesn't happen," Sam said firmly, his eyes meeting hers with a steady resolve. "We've been through worse, and we've always made it through. We'll do it again."

There was something in the way he said it, a quiet assurance that made her feel like everything would be alright. It was the same confidence he had shown back in the market, when he had smiled at her and told her not to worry. And despite herself, Sara found that she believed him.

The rest of the discussion passed quickly, with the group finalizing their plans and going over the finer details. By the time they wrapped up, the sun had dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the courtyard.

As the others began to disperse, Sam approached Sara, his expression more serious than usual. "Sara, can we talk for a minute?"

Sara tensed, unsure of what was coming but nodding anyway. "Sure. What's on your mind?"

Sam glanced around, making sure they were out of earshot of the others before speaking. "I wanted to make sure we're okay. After this morning, I got the feeling that… well, things were a little off between us."

Sara swallowed, her heart beating a little faster. "Off? No, everything's fine. We're just…focused on the mission, that's all."

Sam didn't seem convinced, his gaze searching hers for something more. "I know you and Lila have your history, and I don't want to make things awkward between you two. But I also don't want there to be any misunderstandings between us."

Sara's breath caught, and she looked away, feeling a sudden rush of emotions she hadn't expected. Why did he have to be so direct, so open about everything? It made it hard to keep her feelings under control.

"There's nothing to misunderstand," she said, though her voice was quieter than she intended. "Lila…she's just being herself. It's not a big deal."

Sam took a step closer, his voice dropping to a gentler tone. "Sara, you know you can trust me, right? Whatever's going on, I'm here to help. You don't have to handle everything on your own."

Sara felt her defenses crumbling, her carefully constructed walls beginning to crack under the weight of his words. It wasn't just about Lila or the mission—it was about her fear of letting someone in, of allowing herself to be vulnerable with someone she cared about.

"I know," she whispered, her eyes finally meeting his. "It's just…hard. I'm not used to this. I'm not used to—"

"To letting someone in?" Sam finished for her, his voice soft and understanding.

Sara nodded, unable to find the words to explain the turmoil inside her. She had spent so long being the strong one, the one who never faltered, that the idea of leaning on someone else felt foreign, almost frightening.

But Sam was different. He wasn't asking her to be someone she wasn't. He was simply offering to stand by her side, to share the burden that she had carried alone for so long.

"It's okay," Sam said, his hand reaching out to gently touch her arm. "You don't have to do it all on your own anymore. We're in this together, Sara. Whatever happens, we'll face it together."

Sara felt something inside her shift, a weight lifting from her shoulders as she realized that maybe—just maybe—she didn't have to carry the burden alone. She had people who cared about her, who were willing to stand with her no matter what.

"Thank you, Sam," she said, her voice steadying as she spoke. "I appreciate that. More than you know."

Sam smiled, a warm, genuine smile that made her heart skip a beat. "Anytime."

They stood there for a moment longer, the silence between them no longer heavy but filled with something unspoken, something that neither of them was quite ready to name. But it was there, a connection that was growing stronger with each passing day.

Finally, Sara cleared her throat, breaking the moment but not the bond that had formed between them. "We should probably get back inside. It's getting late."

Sam nodded, stepping back and giving her space. "Yeah, you're right. Let's go."

As they walked back towards the cottage, side by side, Sara felt a sense of calm that she hadn't felt in a long time. The challenges ahead were still daunting, but for the first time, she felt like she wasn't facing them alone.

And that made all the difference.