You decide your work is the most important thing. Tara...Tara had been amazing. But if you quit now for simple lust, you'd be betraying humanity, your goals, yourself.
The night passes with restlessness. You'd avoided doing your duties. You had enough water, and just enough food that you could survive a day with her leaving. Her leaving...a part of you wanted to go to her tent and just let her know how appreciative you were of her. She saved you. She helped you. Now you were eager for her to leave? Not a good neighbor, no.
You sleep enough. Just enough to be exhausted, but you've got work today. Today Tara was leaving. You freshen up, then enter the vast room connecting to the hatch. The partially filled storage room stretches up to the windowed exit. All this could fit in her purse, you reckon. No use for it, you head up the stairs to the door. It's old indents from the chipmunk are still visible. You open the door, immediately scanning for enemies. It may be old habit from Trevorina, but she taught you just how dangerous the world is down here, you had to thank her for that.
The grass rises to your left and right, the roots of the great tree behind them. In the distance is a sight to behold. Tara is in her hiking outfit, reshaping the landscape as she tears down her tent. Every movement seems amazing, she rips the stake out of the ground. The thing might be 5 or more stories from your perspective.
The massive town sized tent starts to be folded into a more manageable mass. Tara clears the rest of her camp, all going into her pack. Tara then stuffs the tent into her pack. It's amazing how much mass can be stuffed into such a small spot. Pack now mounted on her back, and with everything seeming to be cleared, and her being seemingly satisfied, she looks your way!
Oh boy. Her keen eyes seem to lock onto you. She begins the 10 steps to your abode, and you can't help but be reminded of her when she first arrived, bags on her back. A great lumbering mass, she could carry cities you thought as her thumps increased in impact. She reaches you little underground hut, full in her mass, massive boots planted firmly around you. You gulp. She locks eyes onto your form, smiles, then crouches over your world. "I think we should get to know each other better."
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