Eden knew she should eat slower, but she couldn’t seem to get her mouth to obey her brain. That happened a lot, honestly, and her mouth sometimes got her in trouble. But beside her, Holden was eating through his seventh piece of fruit, with the pile in front of them getting smaller every minute.
Food.
They had food.
Yes, they still needed water, but Eden estimated they probably had another three or four hours to the spring. The rate they climbed certainly wasn’t fast, but she could do it. She could get water and bring it back to him if she had to.
The weather was playing nice—or nasty. She couldn’t decide. Depending on how she looked at it determined how she felt. She’d love to be able to just collect rainwater, but that meant staying down in the cave instead of eating up here in the w
