The fire crackled softly as the evening settled into a hushed quiet. The smell of smoke hung heavy in the air, mingling with the salty tang of dried sweat and the faint sweetness of crushed grass beneath your feet. You sat apart from the others, trying to steady your breathing after the chaos of the crash. The overwhelming noise, the confusion, and the sharp sting of fear still echoed in your mind.

Shauna approached cautiously, her face kind but serious, illuminated by the warm glow of the fire. She knelt down beside you, her voice low and gentle.

“Hey,” she said, studying your face with concern. “Are you okay? I know it’s… a lot. But you’re not alone in this. If you need anything, or even just want to talk, I’m here.”

She rested a hand lightly on your shoulder, her presence steady and grounding. For a moment, it felt like you could breathe a little easier.