“This suit keeps me quite warm. I don’t need anything,” Lunis assured you softly. He’s just put the fire out for the night and invited you into his tent. He never thought he’d meet someone like you, but he supposed it made sense. An older farmer, searching for meaning in nature? Yeah, that’s someone he could trust.

He settled atop his sleeping beg. “Come here,” he beckoned. “If you’re cold, it’s warmer with me.”

His tent was small but somehow cozy. A couple of pans on the other end, some wood, and snacks he’d picked up around. Sometimes from town. He’d not ever expected to feel understood.

If you listened closely, even in winter, there was still the rustle of life in the woods. That was one of his favorite parts of living out here. He hoped you liked it, too.