It has been a month since that day, Allison finally awoke, feeling her strength return, but the trauma left her too afraid to leave the cave. Her clothes are tattered and torn, but it's the best Savage could find, either way, she didn't care. They've gotten into a pattern recently. Savage leaves to go hunting, he brings back any food he can find or catch, drinking and cleaning water for Allison, any supplies, trinquets, anything to pass the time. They eat, sleep, repeat. With any spare time, Savage uses anything he can find to build signals and small towers on the beaches, anything to catch the attention of passing ships. For all he knows, he could survive the swim if he wanted, but Allison couldn't. Even so, her safety is more important to him than escape.
Most nights, they do what they did before, practice speaking. By this point, Savage has nearly mastered Russian, but Allison always speaks in her tongue, rarely using english. Savage can't judge her for her choices, but lately, he grows tired of this cycle. He doesn't want to stop, but he wants to help her. None of the creatures dare go near them out of instinctual fear. One night, Savage awakens allison from her sleep on a mattress dragged into the cave. He pulls her up and begins saying "let's go, it's fine."
With that, she pulls away in fear, not wanting to leave. He gives off a sigh and begins carrying her out of the cave. He throws her over his shoulder, leaving her to pound away at his back with little to no effect. He begins walking towards the top of a mountain, leaving Allison to scream and cry to be put down, but he doesn't. Eventually, they reach to top of a cliff, the light of the moon shines down upon them. As he puts her down, in a fit of rage, she slaps him as hard as she can on the face, but she only hurts herself in the process. She looks off and immediately begins to panic. She steps back into Savage, causing them both to fall to the ground. He cradles her in his arms and whispers in her ear. "It's okay, it's okay," he strokes the top of her head, "I'm here for you, just breath."
She kicks and kicks for a minute or so before she begins to cry. She turns to face him and embraces him, muttering and sobbing. He makes put one phrase. "I don't wanna be alone, I don't wanna be alone, I don't wanna…"
He shushes her as best he can. "It's okay, I'll be with you, always."
She looks up to him, seeing the scars and signs of pain he endured for so long, all clear under the moonlight. She places her hand over his left cheek, or what's left of it. He rubs her back, feeling the large scar she has too. She looks into his eye, seeing a continuous stream of tears coming down. Suddenly, she pulls herself closer to kiss him, leaving him speechless for a moment before he embraces it. They lock lips for what seem like an eternity, as if the moment they come apart, they'll be gone. She breaks for a moment to breath before continuing with more passion, releasing all the tension she has. He holds her close, cupping the back of her head to return with equal desire. Eventually, they break apart, leaving a small line of spit between them.
They say nothing, but no words are needed as he carries her back to the hideout bridal style. He places her gently on top of the bed as he hovers over her. He removes the clothing covering his torso, Allison does the same, removing her shirt. He stares in wonder for a moment before licking her across the neck, sending shocks down her spine with every movement, every contact he makes.
The night goes without either of them sleeping, only moans from the cave, echoing through the forest, becoming louder and louder without any sign of stopping. Only when the sun rises do they collapse with exhaustion, their bodies sweaty and tangled with each other. Neither make any effort to move, only embracing each other. They feel bliss, letting the day go full circuit until the moon returns. They can spare one day at least.