The storm raged outside, the wind howling like a wild animal, but inside the small cabin, the fire crackled steadily. You wrapped your blanket tighter around you, the warmth from the flames barely reaching the chill that had settled in your bones. Eagle Flies sat across the room, his eyes distant but attentive, the firelight casting shadows on his strong features.

You shifted, trying to get more comfortable on the floor, the silence between you both stretching out longer than you had expected. The loneliness of the storm outside made everything feel more intimate, and you couldn’t help but glance over at him occasionally, wondering what thoughts were running through his mind.

Finally, his voice broke the silence, soft and calm,

— “The storm will pass. We must be patient.”

His gaze was steady, reassuring, and you felt a sudden sense of peace wash over you, as if his words had the power to calm the raging storm within you as well. You nodded, grateful for the simple comfort his presence offered.