The plane crash

Previously

…Elara took it, her grip surprisingly firm. “Elara.” They stood there for a moment, two strangers bound by a shared trauma, the vast, untamed wilderness stretching out before them. Fear was a tangible thing, a cold knot in Elara’s stomach, but beneath it, a nascent sense of something else was stirring. A grudging reliance, perhaps. A fragile understanding that survival, in this godforsaken place, would depend on each other. The symphony of the plane had ended, replaced by the unsettling quiet of the wild, and their story, their improbable romance, had just begun.