Eden seemed to have gradually regained her strength within a few days, but the communication between Sam and her had been practically nonexistent.
One afternoon, she was sitting in the Glen on her back, looking up at the clouds with a furrowed brow.
She sighed, sitting up slightly as a shadow fell over her. "Hey, Eden," Briar said, sitting down next to her. "How're you doing?" She blinked, glancing over at him. "I'm alright. You?"
"I'm good. How's Sam doing?" Eden frowned, biting her lip. "I haven't... we haven't talked for a while."
She stood in front of him, her brow furrowed. Her blonde hair was up in braids that formed a circle around her head. Her eyes were clear, and there was color to her cheeks that hadn't been there a few days prior. She was wearing a lace, cream shirt and tan trousers, and she was hugging a basket to her chest. "I, uh... I brought scones."
She faltered, looking down at the basket. "I... I don't know. I guess I wanted to check in with you. You didn't visit."
