Dinner passed in heavy silence, thick with unsaid thoughts and stolen glances. The only sound between them was the occasional crackle of the fire and the distant roll of thunder and raindrops.
Neither of them spoke.
Not even after the last bite.
Nick stood, brushing off his hands. He walked over to the pile of coconut leaves near the fire and tested their dryness. "Still damp," he muttered, almost to himself, before dragging them closer to the flames.
Georgia didn't answer. She remained where she was, curled up in front of the fire, her knees hugged tightly to her chest, chin resting on them, watching Nick quietly.
Nick moved next to the blankets, fingers trailing across the fabric. He found one that was nearly dry, just slightly cool to the touch.
He turned to her and held out one corner. "Here. Let's wave this together to dry it faster. So you can get some sleep."
"Same plan," he added. "You sleep first. I'll keep watch."
