Sophie leans into Lizzy’s arms, physically and emotionally exhausted. She taps into Lizzy’s warmth, realising how cold she had got sitting on the concrete floor, and how stiff she felt. She feels Lizzy’s lips smile into her neck. Sophie leans back into Lizzy’s arms, searching their face for a glimpse of what she thought she saw, but all she sees are Lizzy’s sweet, tired eyes and their beloved face. It must have been a dream.

“So, what did my beloved hunter-gather bring home?” Sophie asks. She wonders whether she sees Lizzy flinch at the word ‘hunter’, but she shakes the thought away. Lizzy smiles.