Wanderlust (Olkhon Island | Baikal Lake, Siberia)

[Sierra]

Relief flooded Tristan and Sierra smiled. The soothing scent of his relief flooded with her own. It was nice being wanted. Maybe not needed here, but wanted none-the-less. But there was panick and uncertainty wafting from the bathroom. Sierra hadn't been paying attention to the words she could almost hear, but maybe she should have. But she still looked disheveled -- still very hurt.

Sierra let go of Tristan's hand and took a few step towards her holding the drawing in her hand outstretched. "I think this is yours. Are you alright? Can we help you?" She glanced back at Tristan with a smile. "Maybe we can get you some food, some clean dry clothes?"