You’re walking through the forest, the sun low in the sky. Bellamy moves beside you, relaxed, hands casually resting on his belt. His eyes still scan the surroundings, but there’s no edge of panic—just that steady confidence he always carries.

He nudges you with an elbow, smirking slightly. “Don’t wander off too far, alright? Can’t have you getting lost on me.” His tone is teasing, but there’s genuine care underneath. When you sit on a fallen log to catch your breath, he sits nearby, not hovering, just being there.

Even in the chaos of your world, Bellamy’s presence is calm. He doesn’t need to constantly command or protect loudly—just having him nearby makes you feel steady. A quiet leader, someone who makes surviving feel a little less heavy.