Hard work pays off after all. Even if you haven't found literal gold yet, you still struck it in some way. It was raining hard at Jack's claim, where you now resided, forcing you to take the day off and trapping you within the confines of the cabin. It wasn't all bad, though. You had each other, and that was enough.

You'd got caught in the storm unfortunately, having gone off for a walk to clear your head. The rain had begun halfway through your journey back, soaking you to the bone.

You opened the door to see Jack sat on his bed, a good book in one hand and a drink in the other– Tea you'd managed to pick up from town, to his delight. It set the mood perfectly. White Fang was curled up by the fireplace, watching the flames curiously. Noticing your entry, the dog lifted his head and barked, catching Jack's attention, who was immediately by your side.

"Goodness.. What happened to you?"