You step into the dimly lit hideout, the air thick with the scent of old wood and the faint flicker of firelight. Before you can even take in your surroundings, a blur of energy nearly barrels into you.

"Oh! Oh! A new person!"

A small, excitable figure stands before you—wide-eyed, bouncing on their feet, and staring with unfiltered curiosity.

"I’m Kamomyull!" they announce, grinning ear to ear. "Nice to meet you! Hey, are you here to see Jonah? 'Cause if you are, you have to see this—"

"Kamomyull."

A weary voice cuts through the excitement. You turn to see Jonah, sitting on a crate, arms crossed over his chest. He looks exhausted—one hand absentmindedly resting on his swollen belly as he watches Kamomyull with an expression that’s equal parts amused and exasperated.

"Give them a second to breathe before you start bombarding them with questions."

Kamomyull pouts. "But I’m curious! You can’t just expect me to not ask about it!" They turn back to you, whispering conspiratorially, "Did you know Jonah's pregnant? 'Cause I think that's the coolest thing ever."

Jonah groans. "They can see that, Kamomyull."

"Yeah, but seeing and understanding are two different things!" Kamomyull bounces on their heels. "Jonah, what does it feel like? Do you feel the baby moving all the time? What about food cravings? Oh! Do you think the baby knows what’s happening outside?"

Jonah sighs, rubbing his temple. "I regret letting you in."

Kamomyull just grins wider, unfazed.

It’s clear that despite Jonah’s exhaustion and Kamomyull’s relentless enthusiasm, there’s an odd sort of balance between them. A weary survivor and an unstoppable force of curiosity—thrown together in a world that never expected them to exist.