Nina followed Lex to a grassy hill just beyond their campsite.
The ground here rose above the surrounding terrain, offering an unobstructed view of the horizon. In the distance, layers of mountains framed the setting sun. Golden light spilled across the meadow, bathing the swaying grass in warm amber hues and painting the world in shades of honey and gold.
A long wooden reclining chair had been placed on the grass. In front of it sat a shallow basin filled with water.
Curious, Nina walked over and peered inside.
Tiny fish no bigger than her little finger darted through the clear water.
"Lex, where did you get these little fish?" she asked.
As far as she remembered, he had spent nearly every moment by her side during their journey. She did not recall them passing any streams or ponds where he could have caught them.
A smile curved Lex's lips.
"I raised them myself. I've been carrying them in a waterskin these past few days."
