Slowly, she took it.
Her hands were still weak, so he helped her, making sure she didn’t drop it.
She ate carefully.
Small bites.
But it was something.
Jessie watched for a moment, then finally leaned back slightly against the cave wall.
For the first time since leaving the camp, he allowed himself to stop.
Just for a second.
Sarah’s breathing had steadied.
Not better.
Not fully.
But stable.