Turtle held his wife close. “Thank you for what?”

Helen smiled, her face still nestled in the nook of his neck, chest, and shoulder. “Just thank you,” she said, feeling much better for no reason she could say. Then she pulled away from her husband, looking up into his hazel eyes. He was still worried, but she didn’t have time to let that bother her. “Sweetie, I have to go.”

“‘Go’? What do you mean, ‘Go’?”

“It’s one of the family, sweetie. I have to go.” She turned around, going to the dresser and pulling out some of her gear.