"Sit here."

At Ichinose’s invitation, Rohan straightened his back and stood up.

The glow of the campfire cast a warm light on her face, making her expression look softer than usual.

"Hurry up. You’re not planning to make me ask three times, are you?"

Without any protest, Rohan moved closer and sat down next to her, right where she had patted.

"…"

The makeshift seat, made from laid-out clothes, acted as both a mat and an unspoken boundary.

Even so, their shoulders lightly brushed.

For Ichinose, it was a seat with plenty of space. But with Rohan’s larger build, the proximity was unavoidable.

"Aren’t you cold?"

"Not at all. My clothes are still damp, but the fire keeps me warm."

"If you catch a cold, this test is over for you. Make sure to take care of yourself."

"Hehe… I really lucked out with my partner. Living luxuriously on this deserted island."

Ichinose pulled her knees to her chest, gazing at the flickering flames.

The fire had almost died earlier, barely clinging to life, but under Rohan’s touch, it had been revived.

Now, the flames crackled and consumed the firewood eagerly, keeping their space warm.

"I wonder if Noah’s doing okay. He gets weak fast when he’s hungry, so I’m a little worried."

"Don’t worry too much. He might have already found some hidden food stash and is stuffing his face."

Ichinose chuckled at the thought.

It was better to think positively than to dwell on things she couldn’t solve.

But that wasn’t always easy.

"I at least told him not to hold out if he really couldn’t handle it. If things get too bad, he should just remove the sticker. The effect was much stronger than I expected."

"That applies to us too. If it gets unbearable, we should take it off."@@novelbin@@

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