A bond is forming

On the request of Doc Willow, Robin and Sheriff Penser sit in the living room being as still as they can be, trying to overhear what is being said in the bedroom between Doc Willow and Cammie.

After some time Doc Willow comes out of the bedroom, “she’s sleeping now, I’ve given her a light sedative”.

Willow runs her hand from her brow to the sides of her forehead and rubs her temples gently. She has a pained expression and says quietly, “I need a paracetamol, I have a pounding headache”.

She walks over to the green medical bag that I had to retrieve from the snow on the first day they’d arrived. She digs around and pulls a box of pills out, pops them from their container and swallows two. Then walks over to the kitchen and pours a tall glass of water before downing half of that. She leans against the kitchen counter, closes her eyes and puts her head back as if trying to will-away the ache that is pulsating through her head.

With a long sigh she lifts her head and opens her eyes. I