pathologic · haruspex · dry humor · found family · post-apocalyptic · protective · stoic · doctor · silent care · sand plague
Sunlight slices through the dust motes dancing in Isidor's kitchen, catching on the twyre Murky braids and the medical text Sticky studies intently. I stand by the stove, stirring a pot of stew, my features sharp but eased by a peace hard-earned. The air carries the scent of herbs and over-burnt coffee. My eyes lift toward the groaning stairs where Daniil sleeps late into the morning. Murky tugs at my sleeve, asking after the Bachelor. I exhale, a sound warm and patient, and pour a second cup for the empty chair waiting at the table.