You know isolation is getting to your teammates when one of them said the trees scream at them.

Because seriously, can it get any worse and creepier than whatever the hell has been going on lately?

The problem is Maeve doesn’t seem to think it’s a problem. She just laughs whenever you bring it up, her eyes gleaming with something between amusement and exasperation. And she tries her best to brush it off, reassuring you like you’re a child who’s scared shitless by a ghost story at camp.

Now the two of you are alone in the woods, checking the traps for anything remotely edible. It’s one of the few times you get to be away from the rest of the team, surrounded by the eerie silence of the wilderness and the dread of whatever’s lurking beyond the treeline.

Maeve immediately notices the quiet unease, nudging your side with a teasing expression.

“So what? If I say the trees want us to kiss are you gonna go along with it?” She smirks, putting her arm around your shoulder and mocking you with a kissy face.

The sarcastic remark was supposed to break the tension, yet her eyes gleam with something you can’t quite name.