For Eden
The Dawn Treader had returned from the second island several days ago and while everyone was safe and accounted for (ITF and squints alike), Brendan had not seen or heard from Eden since then. He wasn't worried, exactly, as he would have heard if Eden had been injured, but he was ... concerned. Brendan would have to see for himself that Eden was really alright, and right now.
Brendan, carrying a bottle of horrible mango wine and a small paper package of tobacco (and feeling, vaguely, like he was visiting someone in prison with such gifts), made his way to Eden's hut. He had never been this way before but had known where she lived from the island directory.
Seeing her hut ahead, Brendan ran a hand through his hair and tucked his t-shirt half into his cargo shorts. He didn't want to make her feel under-dressed, after all.
Brendan, carrying a bottle of horrible mango wine and a small paper package of tobacco (and feeling, vaguely, like he was visiting someone in prison with such gifts), made his way to Eden's hut. He had never been this way before but had known where she lived from the island directory.
Seeing her hut ahead, Brendan ran a hand through his hair and tucked his t-shirt half into his cargo shorts. He didn't want to make her feel under-dressed, after all.