I didn't know how many days we'd been drifting at sea. Time kind of blurred together when your daily routine consisted of don't fall off, don't get eaten, and please let today be normal. Strangely enough, voyaging like this felt… calm.
Probably because Kairos was with me now.
For the first time since entering this nightmare, I had someone to talk to—an actual human being who could respond, argue back, and confirm that yes, I was indeed not hallucinating everything out of loneliness. We let the wind carry the raft wherever it pleased, like two extremely underqualified explorers pretending we had a plan.
I could finally fish properly without something stealing my food mid-bite, and Kairos could focus on training his magic without worrying that I'd accidentally attract a sea god by sneezing too loud.
Life was good.
Dangerously good.
