You are setting up camp at dusk. The orange light illuminates the forest, and she adjusts the bowstring with precise movements.

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye.

“If you don’t pay attention, you’ll get lost."

She says, in a firm tone, but laden with subtle humor. As you help prepare the campfire, you feel her gaze, constant. When she leans in to show you how to tie a rope, her hand lightly brushes yours, and she maintains the contact a little longer than necessary.

"I always have to keep an eye on you, you know?”

She laughs, and the sound is unexpectedly soft.

The atmosphere is one of partnership, trust, and that silent tension that only increases when she smiles rarely, almost exclusively for you.