I do not own Molly of Denali, or any of the characters contained within this story. Molly of Denali is the property of Kathy Waugh and Dorothea Gillim.
I look forward to the reviews and criticisms (I know there will be some). I hope you enjoy the story, and just like the cartoon on PBS Kids, I am trying to stay true to the characters as shown each and every day. I am also including real elements like they've done on the show (racism, environmental, life, and death, etc..). I hope you like this when I start to repost the chapters.
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My story takes place in 2022 and because of this I am correcting a mistake I had made. Molly and Tooey would be thirteen during this year, and Trini would be nine soon to be ten.
Nenana or Bust / Solitary Confinement
Molly barely stirred as Atsaq checked her temperature again, her forehead still hot under the cool touch of the thermometer. Tooey sat beside her in his wheelchair, gripping the armrests tightly, his face lined with worry as he watched every movement.
Atsaq sighed as she pulled away. "It's bronchitis," she confirmed, her voice both firm and gentle. "She needs to go home to the Trading Post and rest there. She'll heal faster in her own bed."
Tooey's heart sank. "No," he blurted out. "She can stay here! I can take care of her!" His voice cracked, and he tightened his grip on the armrests.
Layla knelt beside him, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I know you want to help, sweetheart, but Molly needs her own space. It's best for her."
Tooey shook his head stubbornly. "I am helping," he insisted, his voice thick with frustration. "She needs me. She'd want me to be with her."
Walter exchanged a glance with Layla before crouching in front of Tooey. His tone was calm but firm. "Tooey, sometimes helping means stepping back. You being here—it means everything to her. But right now, the best way to help is to let her rest where she'll be most comfortable."
Tooey swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to Molly. She looked so small, so weak, wrapped in layers of blankets, her breathing still heavy with congestion. She had barely even responded to any of them since waking up.
He clenched his fists. "I don't want her to go," he whispered.
Atsaq placed a warm hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'll come by and help set up her room," she promised. "We'll make sure she has everything she needs to recover. And if you really want to help, you can check in on her, send her messages, and keep her spirits up."
Tooey exhaled shakily, nodding even though every part of him wanted to fight it. "Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Layla and Walter moved carefully, bundling Molly up in thick blankets, securing them around her fevered body. Tooey felt something twist deep inside him as they lifted her between them, cradling her as if she might break.
As they carried her toward the door, Tooey rolled forward in his wheelchair. "Wait!" He reached out and brushed a damp strand of hair away from Molly's face. She barely stirred, but her eyelashes fluttered slightly.
"I'll come see you," he promised softly. "I'll be there."
Molly made a small noise—too quiet to understand—but it was enough.
Tooey rolled back reluctantly, watching as they took her outside. The cold bit at his face as he followed them to the waiting sled, his stomach sinking deeper with each step.
Just as they were securing her in place, Atsaq turned back. "Oh, and Tooey," she said gently but firmly, "she can't have Suki near her right now. She could make her sick, too."
Tooey flinched. "But Suki helps her," he argued weakly.
"I know," Atsaq said, her voice understanding but unwavering. "But Molly needs to focus on getting better. Suki will be waiting for her when she's well again."
Tooey nodded slowly, watching as they prepared to leave. His chest felt heavy, like someone had filled it with stones.
As the sled started to move, his fingers twitched at his sides. He hated this. He hated watching her go. He hated feeling useless.
But most of all… he hated not knowing when she'd be okay again.
* Mumford Residence, The Next Day *
Trini woke with a start, blinking as the morning light seeped through her curtains. It took her a moment to remember why she felt so excited—Nenana! They were finally going!
A burst of energy shot through her as she sat up too quickly, nearly knocking into Four Spots, who groaned in protest.
"Oh no, sorry, buddy!" she whispered, reaching down to ruffle his ears. The dog barely lifted his head, blinking at her sleepily before sighing and curling back up. "Lazybones," she teased with a fond smile.
Still buzzing with anticipation, she grabbed her travel bag, pulled out her toiletries, and rushed to the bathroom. As she brushed her teeth and splashed cold water on her face, she imagined all the things they'd do this weekend.
But when she stepped out of the bathroom, toweling off her face, the mood in the house felt different. Her parents were talking in hushed tones on the phone, their voices carrying a weight that instantly made her stomach tighten.
She paused, watching as her mother, Joy, let out a slow breath and exchanged a look with Daniel before hanging up.
"Who was that?" Trini asked cautiously.
Her father sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "That was Walter."
The moment Molly's father's name left his lips, Trini felt a pang of unease. "Is everything okay?"
Joy hesitated, then shook her head. "No, sweetheart. Molly's really sick. Atsaq confirmed it—she has bronchitis."
Trini's breath caught. "What? But… how bad is it?"
"She's completely bedridden," Daniel explained gently. "She's running a fever, and she's exhausted. They're doing everything they can, but she needs rest, and she can't have visitors until she's better."
Trini's heart clenched. She had just seen Molly not too long ago—how had she gotten so sick so fast? She imagined her best friend, curled up in bed, struggling to breathe, shivering with fever. Molly never let anything slow her down, but this… this sounded bad.
"She must feel awful," Trini murmured, swallowing hard. "I should—I should call her, at least."
Joy nodded. "Later, when she's awake. Right now, she's sleeping."
Trini's chest ached. She wanted to be there, to sit beside Molly's bed and talk to her, make her laugh, bring her something warm to drink. But instead, she had to stay away? It didn't feel right.
And then her mother hesitated before adding, "Tooey can't see her either."
Trini's head snapped up. "Wait… what? But—"
"She's contagious," Daniel said carefully. "They don't want Tooey catching it, especially with him still recovering himself."
Trini felt like she had been punched in the gut. She could only imagine what Tooey must be feeling right now. Molly was his person, his constant. They always took care of each other. And now, when she needed him the most, he couldn't even be there?
"That's… that's not fair," Trini whispered, shaking her head. "She must feel miserable. And now Tooey's just supposed to sit at home and wait?"
Her mother gave her a sad smile. "I know it's hard. But the best thing for both of them is for Molly to rest and recover."
Trini sighed heavily, clenching her fists. She hated this. She hated that her best friend was sick, that Tooey was probably feeling helpless, and that there was nothing she could do about it.
She looked down at Four Spots, who was now stretching lazily before rolling onto his back, completely unaware of the tension in the room.
"I just… I just want them both to be okay," Trini said softly.
Daniel placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "They will be. And in the meantime, you can still check in on them. Let them know you care."
Trini nodded slowly, determination setting in. If I can't be there in person, I'll make sure Molly knows she's not alone. And I'll be there for Tooey too. He needs someone right now just as much as she does.
* Ookami Residence *
Tooey shifted in bed, his body tense as he fought against the restless ache in his legs. Every movement sent a dull, throbbing reminder that he still wasn't fully healed. But that wasn't what hurt the most.
His hand stretched out on instinct, searching for warmth beside him. His fingers brushed only the cool, empty sheets.
His stomach twisted. He knew she wasn't there. Of course she wasn't there. She wasn't even in the same house anymore.
Molly was gone.
A sharp breath shuddered past his lips as he curled his hand into a fist. The memory of last night crashed over him—Layla bundling Molly up in blankets, Walter carrying her out the door, Atsaq's calm but firm voice explaining why she had to leave.
"She's not contagious, but the virus she's fighting is. If she sneezes or coughs on you, you could get sick too."
He had begged to stay. Pleaded. He didn't care about the risk—he just wanted to be there for her, to hold her hand, to make her smile even when she felt miserable. But they wouldn't let him. His own recovery made him too vulnerable.
Now, the house felt empty, hollow. The air was too still without Molly's soft voice filling the space, without her teasing laughter or the way she always checked on him without making a big deal about it. No playful nudges. No whispered late-night conversations.
A heavy lump formed in his throat.
She needed him, and he wasn't there.
Tooey exhaled, blinking hard against the burning in his eyes. He turned onto his side, gripping the edge of his blanket as if it could somehow make up for the warmth that was missing.
"Please, Molly... just get better soon."
He squeezed his eyes shut.
"I don't care what they say—I'll find a way to see you."
Tooey shifted in bed, his body restless despite the dull ache in his legs. He clenched his jaw, staring at the ceiling as frustration churned in his chest. He had never felt so useless in his life. Molly was sick, stuck in that sterile room at the Trading Post, and he couldn't be there for her. He couldn't hold her hand, couldn't sit beside her, couldn't do anything except wait. And waiting felt unbearable.
His fingers twisted in the blanket as he sighed heavily. He turned his head slightly, eyes scanning the dimly lit room as if hoping she might somehow be there—smirking at him, rolling her eyes at one of his jokes, or even just breathing softly beside him. But the space was empty. It was just him.
A quiet sound from the hallway broke his thoughts. Atsaq was walking past when she glanced inside. She stopped mid-step, her sharp healer's eyes immediately noticing the tension in his body, the storm in his gaze. Without hesitation, she stepped inside and approached the bed.
"Do you need to use the bathroom, Tooey?" she asked, her voice calm yet laced with quiet concern. "I can help with your braces." She reached for them, but he didn't answer right away.
Tooey swallowed, staring at her before shaking his head. "No… I'm fine," he mumbled, though the words felt heavy, untrue.
Atsaq didn't move away. Instead, she lowered the braces and took a seat on the edge of his bed, her sharp but kind eyes never leaving his face. She let a quiet moment pass before speaking, her voice gentle.
"I know what you're feeling," she said softly. "Your girlfriend isn't here, and you've both grown used to being near each other. It's hard, isn't it?"
Tooey looked away, blinking rapidly. He didn't want to talk about it. Didn't want to admit just how much it hurt. But the lump in his throat betrayed him.
"It's more than that," he muttered, his hands curling into fists. "She's sick, Mom. Really sick. And I can't do anything about it." He exhaled sharply, his voice almost breaking. "I should be there with her. She needs me, and I'm just… stuck here."
Atsaq watched him carefully, then reached out and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. She gave it a light squeeze, grounding him.
"I know, Teekkone," she said, her voice carrying the wisdom of someone who had seen pain like his before. "And I know you might think we adults don't understand what you're going through. But we do."
Tooey bit the inside of his cheek, his chest tightening.
Atsaq continued, her voice unwavering. "When you love someone, even at your age, it doesn't matter if you're young or old—being separated from them when they're hurting hurts just the same. And feeling powerless? That's the worst part of all."
Tooey's breath hitched slightly. He glanced up at her, his eyes filled with emotions he wasn't sure how to voice. "So, what do I do?" he whispered.
Atsaq gave him a small, understanding smile. "You do what Molly would want you to do. You take care of yourself so that when she gets better, you'll be there, strong and ready to tease her about how much she missed you."
Tooey let out a small, shaky chuckle despite himself. "She is going to miss me," he murmured.
Atsaq grinned. "Of course, she will. And I promise, she knows you're thinking about her. She knows you care. And that means more than you realize."
Tooey nodded slowly, exhaling. He wasn't okay—he wouldn't be until Molly was better. But for now, Atsaq's words helped ease the weight in his chest, even if just a little.
* Mumford Residence *
Trini bounced on her heels, her breath visible in the crisp morning air as she watched her parents load the last of their things into the car. The chains clinked softly as Joy helped Daniel secure them onto the wheels, ensuring they had enough traction for the icy roads ahead. Normally, Trini would be excited about the trip—she'd been looking forward to Nenana for weeks—but today, her mind was elsewhere.
She clutched her phone tightly, biting her lip as she tapped Molly's number. Pressing the phone to her ear, she listened as it rang once… twice… five times. Her stomach twisted into knots. Just as she was about to hang up, someone finally answered.
"Hello?" It was Layla.
Trini straightened. "Hi, Layla. Is Molly awake?"
There was a brief pause before Layla sighed. "Not at the moment, sweetheart. She's still in and out of sleep."
Trini frowned, her chest tightening. "Oh… okay." She hesitated, shifting from foot to foot. "Can you let her know that I'm thinking about her? And that I hope she gets better soon?"
Layla's voice softened. "Of course, Trini. That'll mean a lot to her."
Trini nodded, though Layla couldn't see her. "And… what about Tooey?" she asked hesitantly. "How's he holding up?"
Layla exhaled, and Trini could hear the weight behind it. "He's taking it hard," she admitted. "Bringing Molly back home really hit him. He's been quiet, not himself. We've tried telling him that the good thing about being apart is that the reunion will be even better, but…"
Trini sighed. She could hear the pain in Layla's voice. She could feel Tooey's sadness as if it were her own.
"That doesn't help much when you miss someone," she murmured, staring down at the frost-covered ground.
Layla chuckled lightly, but it was tinged with understanding. "No, it doesn't. But time moves faster than it feels right now. She'll get better, and he'll see her again soon."
Trini swallowed the lump in her throat and straightened her shoulders. "Tell Tooey I'm thinking about him too. And tell Molly that she better not get used to being spoiled, or I'll have to remind her who the real princess is."
Layla laughed at that, the warmth in her voice easing some of Trini's worries. "I'll tell her. Safe travels, Trini."
"Thanks, Layla."
As Trini hung up, she inhaled deeply, trying to shake the heaviness pressing against her chest. She still felt anxious, but at least Molly had people looking out for her. At least Tooey wasn't alone.
Even so, she couldn't wait for the day they were all together again.
Trini sat in the car, her knee bouncing as she waited for her parents to finish packing up. The trip to Nenana was supposed to be exciting, but her mind wasn't on the road ahead—it was stuck on the people she was leaving behind.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Tooey's number. He picked up on the second ring.
"Hey, Trini. What's up?"
She smiled at the sound of his voice but could already hear the weight in it. "Hey, Tooey. We're about to leave for Nenana. Just wanted to call before we hit the road."
Tooey sighed, the sound dragging over the phone like a heavy weight. "That's good. I hope you have a great time with Robbie and your new friends."
"Thanks," she said, but her voice softened. "I plan to have all kinds of fun."
Then she heard it—a deeper, heavier sigh.
She knew what it meant.
He was hurting. Bad.
Trini bit her lip, not sure how to bring it up gently, but gentle wasn't really her thing. She just Trini'd it—blurted it out.
"How are you really feeling, Tooey?" she asked. "I know you miss Molly. I do too, but in a different way. She'll be fine in a few days, and you know what? I haven't seen either of you in a while, but I'm looking forward to getting back together. It's something to count down to. Hopefully, next week, we'll be the three musketeers again."
Tooey didn't answer right away.
She could hear him breathing, thinking. Then, finally, he spoke.
"I get what you're saying, Trini," he said, his voice slow, deliberate. "But it's not the same. You and I choose to be apart sometimes. Molly and I didn't get a choice." He let out another breath, and this time, it was almost shaky. "We've been through so much, and we've always helped each other. Now, it's out of our hands. The grown-ups are running the show. And I know they're right. I know she needs to rest and recover, but…" His voice got quieter. "I just miss waking up and seeing her smile. Hearing her voice first thing in the morning. I miss just being there."
Trini felt her heart tighten. She had known he was struggling, but hearing it like this—his words, his hurt—it hit her differently.
She wasn't about to let him drown in it.
"Tooey," she said firmly, her voice filled with warmth. "I love you, and I love Molly. And hearing you sound so down—it's not okay. When I get back, I want to see both of you happy, laughing, being your goofy, lovey-dovey selves again. And I know this time apart feels horrible, but think about it—when you see her again, it's going to be that much better. The best part of missing someone is the reunion." She paused, then added, "I'll be thinking about you both while I'm gone. And I need you to be cheerful, okay? Because Molly is in good hands—she's being taken care of."
Tooey didn't respond immediately, but when he did, there was something lighter in his voice. "You really know how to lay it on thick, huh?"
Trini smirked. "It's a talent. Besides, someone's gotta keep you in check."
He let out a breath, but this time, it sounded a little less heavy. "Alright. I'll try to be less mopey."
"Good. Because when I get back, I expect a full-on, dramatic reunion. I'm talking slow motion run, emotional hugs, maybe even a happy dance—you up for that?"
Tooey chuckled, the first real laugh she'd heard from him since this all started. "I'll see what I can do, Queen Trini."
"Atta boy. Now, get some rest, or do whatever broody boyfriends do in times of crisis."
"Ha-ha. Safe travels, Trini."
She smiled. "See you soon, Tooey."
As she hung up, Trini exhaled, leaning back against the seat.
Tooey still had a rough few days ahead, but at least now, he knew he wasn't alone.
* Trading Post *
Layla stepped into Molly's bedroom, her chest tightening at the sight before her. The room was thick with warm, medicated steam, the vaporizer hissing softly as it worked to keep the air moist and clean. Her daughter lay curled under the covers, swallowed up by the makeshift enclosure—a half-circle created by an umbrella draped with a heavy blanket to trap the healing air around her.
Layla's heart ached as she approached the bed. Molly looked so small, so fragile, a stark contrast to the lively, stubborn girl she usually was. The beads of sweat on her forehead told Layla that the fever still hadn't broken. She reached for the thermometer, pressing it gently against Molly's forehead and waiting for the soft beep. When it finally sounded, she glanced at the reading—one hundred.
Her shoulders sagged. No change.
She had hoped, even prayed, that the fever would have gone down by now. That there would be some small sign of improvement. But Molly was still trapped in this haze of illness, caught between sleep and exhaustion.
Layla reached out, brushing damp strands of hair away from her daughter's flushed face. Molly stirred slightly, her brow furrowing as she weakly wiped her arm across her forehead before sinking back into restless sleep.
Tears pricked at Layla's eyes as she adjusted the blanket, tucking it gently around Molly's shoulders. She wished she could do more—take the fever from her, carry the sickness herself if it meant Molly wouldn't have to suffer. But all she could do was wait, watch, and hope that her little girl's body was strong enough to fight this off.
She sat beside the bed for a moment, watching her daughter's shallow breathing. "Come on, sweetheart," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Get better. I need you to get better."
She stayed there, listening, willing her love to somehow be enough to help her daughter heal.
Walter entered the dimly lit bedroom, his eyes immediately going to Molly's small form beneath the blanket-covered enclosure. The vaporizer continued its soft hum, filling the space with warm mist, but the air still felt heavy with worry. He stepped quietly toward the bed, placing a gentle hand on Layla's shoulder.
"You need to rest," he murmured, his voice low but firm. "I'll sit with her for a while."
Layla hesitated, her gaze lingering on her daughter. She had been watching over Molly for so long that stepping away, even for a moment, felt wrong. But exhaustion pulled at her limbs, and she knew Walter was right. With a tired nod, she stood, taking one last look at Molly before slipping out of the room.
Walter took her place, settling into the chair beside the bed. He watched the rhythmic rise and fall of Molly's chest, the slight furrow in her brow even as she slept. He reached out, brushing a hand across her damp forehead, then sighed at the persistent heat beneath his fingers. No change.
His heart clenched. Molly had always been so full of life, always moving, always talking. Seeing her like this—still, weak, trapped in fevered sleep—was almost unbearable. He reached for the thermometer and pressed it gently to her forehead, waiting for the soft beep. 100. Still too high.
Molly shifted slightly, her eyelashes fluttering, but she didn't wake. Walter sat back with a sigh, rubbing a weary hand over his face. She had to get better. She had to.
Meanwhile, in the living room, Layla picked up the phone and dialed Atsaq. As soon as she answered, Layla launched into an update, her words tight with concern.
"She's still at 100," Layla said. "She's barely moved, just sleeps and sweats. I don't know what else to do."
Atsaq's voice was calm but firm. "Is the IV line still in place?"
Layla hurried back to the bedroom door and peeked inside, nodding when she saw the thin line still taped to Molly's arm. "Yes, it's still there."
"Good," Atsaq said. "You need to attach the IV bag and hang it up high so it can drip properly. It'll keep her hydrated and might help bring her temperature down a little."
Layla swallowed hard, gripping the phone. "And after that?"
Atsaq sighed on the other end. "After that, we wait. We've done all we can, Layla. Now it's up to Molly."
Layla's throat tightened. She looked back toward the bedroom, at Walter keeping watch over their daughter, and felt the helplessness settle deep in her chest.
"Alright," she whispered. "I'll do it."
Because there was nothing else she could do—except hope.
* Somewhere Between Nenana and Qyah *
Trini gazed out the window, barely registering the snowy landscape rushing past. Her thoughts were tangled, looping back to her conversation with Tooey. Had she said the right things? Had she comforted him enough, or had she somehow made it worse? The sadness in his voice still echoed in her mind, making her stomach twist. She hated knowing that he was hurting and that there was nothing she could do to change it.
As she sat lost in thought, a dark patch in the snow caught her eye. The pristine white surface had been charred black, a stark contrast against the surrounding winter. Her brows furrowed, a flicker of recognition sparking in her memory.
Before she could say anything, her father's voice cut through the quiet hum of the car. "That's the spot," Daniel said, his voice thoughtful as he glanced at Joy. "Where the kids fell through the snow."
Joy turned her head, her eyes following the darkened area as they drove past. Then, instead of looking away, she turned her gaze to Trini, watching her with an expression that was hard to read.
Trini shifted uncomfortably under the weight of her mother's stare. "What?" she asked, her voice uncertain.
Joy's lips curled into a soft smile, her eyes filled with something deep—something that made Trini's chest tighten. "I'm just grateful," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "That you, Molly, and Tooey were found and brought home. A little broken, but alive."
Trini's breath hitched. The memories surged back—the biting cold sinking into her bones, the exhaustion, the fear. The way she had clung to Molly and Tooey, whispering to each other, keeping each other awake, refusing to let go. She could almost feel Tooey's shivers against her, hear Molly's voice growing weaker as the night dragged on.
She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked back out the window, watching the scorched snow disappear behind them.
"I am too," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, after a pause, she turned to her mother, her eyes shining with unsaid emotions. "I don't think I ever told you that."
Joy reached over and squeezed her hand, her warmth cutting through the lingering chill of the past. "You don't have to," she said. "I already know."
Trini held onto her mother's touch a moment longer before turning back to the window, her heart a little heavier—but also, somehow, a little lighter.
Trini sat gazing out the car window, watching the snowy landscape pass by. Her mind was still caught up in thoughts of Tooey and Molly, replaying their last conversation over and over, wondering if she had said the right things, if she had somehow made Tooey feel worse instead of better. She sighed softly, barely noticing how much time had passed until her parents called her name.
"Trini," Daniel said, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
She blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. "Huh?"
"We're here," Joy said with a warm smile, gesturing toward the front windshield.
Trini leaned forward and looked out. Nenana. The familiar metal bridge stretched across the river, the water tower stood tall against the sky, and the frozen Tanana River glistened in the winter sunlight. A huge smile spread across her face.
"Can I call Robbie?" she asked excitedly, already reaching for her phone.
Joy chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. "Go ahead."
Trini quickly tapped Robbie's name, bouncing slightly in her seat as the phone rang. It barely had time to finish the second ring before he picked up.
"Hey, Trini!" Robbie's voice was full of excitement.
"We're here!" she announced, grinning.
"I know," Robbie said casually.
Trini blinked. "Wait—what? How do you know?"
Before Robbie could answer, a voice in the background cut in.
"Because he's been staring out the window like a lovesick puppy for the last ten minutes," Alena teased.
"And sighing dramatically," Halai added with a giggle.
"Like this—'Ohhh, when will my dear Trini arrive?'" Alena dramatically imitated her voice dripping with exaggerated longing.
"'I simply cannot go on without her!'" Halai joined in, feigning despair.
Trini burst into laughter while Robbie groaned loudly. "Oh my gosh, you two! Cut it out!"
"Trini, save me," Robbie begged. "They're monsters."
Trini was laughing too hard to respond right away, but she managed to say, "Sounds like someone really missed me."
"Of course I missed you," Robbie said quickly, his voice genuine despite his sisters still giggling in the background. "But I didn't pine for you like some tragic romance novel character!"
"Debatable," Alena quipped.
"Very debatable," Halai added.
Robbie sighed dramatically. "Trini, I swear, if you don't get here soon, they're going to destroy me."
Trini grinned. "Well, lucky for you, we're just about to pull up. Where are you all?"
"We're at the welcome center next to the lodge," Robbie said, relief in his voice.
"See you in a sec!" Trini said before hanging up. She turned to her parents, still giggling. "Oh yeah, this is going to be fun."
Daniel chuckled. "Sounds like Robbie's got his hands full."
Joy smirked. "And I bet his sisters are just getting started."
Trini couldn't stop smiling. This weekend was going to be one to remember.
As soon as Daniel parked the car, Trini's eyes locked onto the scene outside the welcome center. Mr. and Mrs. Atalaw stood at the front, all smiles, but her gaze quickly shifted to the trio behind them.
There they were—Alena and Halai, standing tall and smug, practically glowing with the satisfaction of annoying their brother into submission. And then there was Robbie, trudging behind them like a man who had seen too much, his head slightly bowed, his hands shoved into his pockets, and an expression of pure, unfiltered suffering.
Trini barely held in a laugh.
As she stepped out of the car, her parents were already exchanging warm handshakes with the Atalaws. Mr. Atalaw gestured toward his daughters with a proud nod.
"This is Alena, our oldest," he said.
Alena gave a small, graceful wave, her smirk already forming.
"And this is Halai, our youngest."
Halai beamed and gave an exaggerated curtsy, clearly enjoying the moment.
"And of course…" Mr. Atalaw turned, revealing Robbie in all his pitiful glory. "This is our son, Robbie."
Robbie gave a half-hearted nod, looking like a man who had spent hours on the battlefield, outnumbered, outmatched, and mercilessly out-teased.
Trini, unable to hold back her amusement, strode right up to him and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.
Robbie let out the deepest sigh, as if she were his only lifeline in a world of relentless sisterly torment.
"Hey, Alena. Hey, Halai," Trini greeted, still holding onto him.
The two sisters grinned, their eyes twinkling with pure mischief. "Hey, Trini," they said in eerie unison.
Then, just for her ears, Robbie whispered desperately, "Save me."
That was it—Trini lost it. She burst into laughter, nearly doubling over as Robbie groaned dramatically into her shoulder.
Alena and Halai exchanged knowing glances. "See? She gets it," Halai said.
Alena nodded. "Robbie, you act like we torture you."
Robbie pulled back from Trini just enough to deadpan, "I have PTSD from you two."
"Oh, please," Alena scoffed. "We're just helping build your character."
"Yeah!" Halai added. "Without us, you'd be boring."
Robbie stared at them, then turned to Trini, dead serious. "They say that, but what they really mean is they enjoy making my life miserable."
Trini bit her lip, pretending to consider. "Well, to be fair… you do give them a lot of material."
Robbie gasped, clutching his chest in mock betrayal. "Et tu, Trini?"
Halai snorted. "Ooooh, you chose the wrong girlfriend, bro."
Alena crossed her arms, smirking. "She fits right in. We approve."
Trini grinned and looped her arm through Robbie's. "Guess you're stuck with me and them."
Robbie groaned. "I was hoping you'd be my escape, but nope, you're just another accomplice."
"Always," Trini teased.
As Alena and Halai cackled, Robbie exhaled dramatically. "This weekend is gonna be so long."
Trini just smiled. "Oh, it's gonna be amazing."
* Trading Post *
Layla sat beside Molly's bed, watching her daughter's face, flushed with fever, her breathing soft but labored. The steady hiss of the vaporizer filled the room, the warm mist curling into the air, but Layla barely noticed. All her focus was on Molly, on the tiny movements she made even in sleep.
For the third time that morning, Molly stirred, a quiet whimper escaping her lips as she shifted, her hand groping at the empty space beside her. Layla frowned, leaning in as Molly's fingers twitched, grasping at nothing.
She wasn't just moving in her sleep. She was reaching for something.
Or rather, someone.
Layla's heart ached as understanding settled in. She's searching for Tooey. Even in the fog of fever, her daughter longed for the comfort of the boy she loved.
Layla glanced at the pillow beside Molly and gently placed it into her reach. Molly's fingers brushed against it, hesitating for just a moment before she clutched it tightly, drawing it close against her chest. A small sigh left her lips as she nuzzled her face into the soft fabric, her body finally relaxing.
Layla let out a quiet breath, watching the way Molly held onto the pillow like it was something precious, like it was him.
Reaching out, she smoothed back a few damp strands of Molly's hair, her fingers lingering as she whispered softly, "He's not here, sweetheart, but I know he's thinking about you. And I know you're thinking about him."
Molly murmured something incoherent in her sleep, but Layla caught one word—Tooey. She smiled, her heart aching and warming at the same time.
She sat back, watching as her daughter slept more peacefully than before, still holding onto the makeshift stand-in for the boy she missed so much.
"If this helps," Layla whispered, "then you hold on as long as you need."
Walter entered the bedroom quietly, his gaze immediately landing on Molly. She was curled up under the blankets, her face still flushed with fever. But what caught his attention most was the way she clung to a pillow, her arms wrapped tightly around it like it was the most important thing in the world.
He let out a low sigh and shook his head. "She must really be out of it," he muttered, stepping closer.
Layla barely glanced up from her seat beside the bed, where she'd been watching over their daughter for hours. She gently brushed Molly's damp hair back and spoke softly. "It's not just the fever, Walter."
Walter furrowed his brow. "Then what?"
Layla nodded toward the pillow Molly was holding onto so desperately. "That's Tooey."
Walter blinked, looking between Molly and the pillow. "Tooey?"
"She's been reaching for something all morning," Layla explained, her voice thick with understanding. "I finally realized what she wanted. So, I gave her a pillow, and the moment she grabbed it, she held onto it like this."
Walter exhaled, rubbing a hand over his jaw. "Damn. I knew they were close, but I didn't realize how deep it ran." He crossed his arms, watching Molly with a mixture of concern and quiet admiration. "Guess it makes sense. They've been through so much together. Tooey being there must've been a comfort to her."
Layla nodded. "And now, for the first time in a long while, he's not. It's not just that she's sick, Walter. It's that she's sick without him."
Walter sighed, pulling a chair closer and lowering himself into it. He glanced at his wife. "You ever think we should be worried about them?"
Layla tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
"They're young," Walter said, gesturing toward Molly. "But this? This isn't just a simple childhood crush. What they have… it's serious. It's real."
Layla was quiet for a moment, considering his words. Finally, she said, "I think they're figuring things out as they go. They love each other, Walter. That much is clear. And after everything they've been through, they've learned to lean on each other. But that kind of bond—it's not something to fear."
Walter let out a slow breath, his gaze never leaving Molly. "I just don't want her to get hurt."
Layla reached for his hand and squeezed it gently. "Neither do I. But we can't protect her from everything. She's growing up, and so is Tooey. This is part of life."
Walter chuckled dryly. "Yeah, but does it have to happen this fast?"
Layla smiled softly. "It's not fast for them. It's just… right."
Walter studied his wife's face, then looked back at their daughter. Molly shifted slightly, her fingers curling tighter around the pillow as if, even in sleep, she was holding onto Tooey.
Walter sighed, shaking his head. "You think he knows how much she needs him?"
Layla's smile turned wistful. "I think he knows. And I think it's killing him just as much as it's killing her."
Walter let out a slow breath. "Well… I guess that makes two of us."
Layla glanced at him, a small smirk playing at her lips. "Two?"
Walter smirked back. "Alright, three."
Layla chuckled softly and looked back at Molly, her fingers gently brushing against her daughter's warm forehead. "She just needs time," she murmured.
Walter nodded. "Yeah… and maybe a little Tooey therapy when she's better."
Layla laughed under her breath. "Oh, I'm sure that'll be the best medicine she could get."
As they sat in quiet companionship, watching their daughter sleep, the weight of the moment hung between them. They were witnessing something rare—something real. And for better or worse, they knew there was no stopping it.
As Molly slept, her fevered mind pulled her deep into a dream—a dream that felt all too real. She found herself back in the icy depths of the snowbank where the sled had fallen. But something was wrong. The dogs were missing. Trini was nowhere to be seen. And most terrifying of all, Tooey was gone.
Her breath quickened, misting in the frigid air. Why am I back here? she murmured, wrapping her arms around herself as the cold bit into her skin.
She ducked down and crawled into the makeshift shelter they had built that day, hoping to find someone—anyone—inside. But it was empty. No flickering headlamp. No scattered supplies. No sign that anyone had ever been there.
Her heart pounded as she fumbled in her pocket, pulling out her phone. The screen glowed dimly, showing only 7% battery. Panic clenched her chest. I have to call someone before this thing dies.
With trembling fingers, she tapped her mother's number. The phone rang. Once. Twice. Three times. Then—
"Hello?" Layla's voice came through, warm and familiar.
Molly let out a shaky breath. "Mom!" she gasped. "Where's Trini? Where's Tooey?"
There was a pause on the other end before Layla replied gently, "They're upstairs in the living room, sweetheart."
Molly's brows furrowed. Upstairs? Living room? That didn't make sense. "But… I'm in the snowbank," she insisted, glancing around at the endless white walls trapping her. "Why am I back here?"
Layla's voice remained calm, steady. "Molly, honey… you're not there. You're in your bed, curled up under your blankets. You're home, safe."
Molly's head spun. Her pulse thundered in her ears. "Then why am I here?" she blurted out, gripping the phone tighter as if it could anchor her to reality.
The dream around her seemed to waver for a moment, the icy wind slowing, the shadows shifting. Layla's voice, soft yet firm, broke through the haze.
"Because sweetheart… sometimes, when we're sick or scared, our mind takes us back to the places where we felt the most lost."
Molly swallowed hard. The most lost…?
Layla continued, her voice soothing. "But you're not lost anymore, Molly. You made it out. You survived. And right now, you're resting, healing. You're not alone."
Molly looked around the snowbank again, her heart still pounding. But something inside her began to loosen. If she was really home, if this was just a dream, then she didn't have to stay here.
Slowly, she closed her eyes and whispered, "Then I want to wake up."
The phone beeped—the battery finally dying. But before the darkness fully swallowed her, she thought she heard her mother's voice one last time, soft and reassuring.
"I'll be right here when you do."
Layla sat beside Molly's bed, watching her daughter with a mother's quiet devotion. The fever had yet to break, and even in sleep, Molly looked like she was fighting something unseen. Her body shivered, then tensed, and her hands twitched as if reaching for something—someone.
Then suddenly, with a sharp gasp, Molly bolted upright, eyes wide and wild. The pillow she had been clutching was flung to the floor, forgotten. Her chest heaved, and she clutched at the damp sheets with trembling fingers.
Layla's heart clenched. "Molly," she called softly, but her daughter's eyes were distant, unfocused, as if she was somewhere else—somewhere terrible.
Molly's breath hitched, and she turned to Layla with desperation etched across her fever-flushed face. "Mom… I—" Her voice cracked. "I was back there. In the snowbank. Alone."
Layla felt a chill that had nothing to do with the winter outside. She reached out, tucking a damp strand of hair behind Molly's ear, her touch gentle, grounding. "It was just a dream, sweetheart," she murmured. "You're home. You're safe."
But Molly shook her head violently. "No," she insisted, her voice thick with emotion. "It felt real. I—I was looking for Tooey. For Trini. But they weren't there. The sled was gone. The dogs were gone. I called for them, but no one answered." Her voice broke, and a single tear slipped down her cheek. "I was alone, Mom. Completely alone."
Layla's chest tightened. She had seen her daughter strong, stubborn, and independent. But now, sitting in front of her, drenched in sweat, eyes filled with a storm of emotions, Molly looked small. Frightened. Lost.
Without hesitation, Layla wrapped her arms around her. "You're not alone, sweetheart," she whispered, feeling Molly's frame shake against her own. "You were never alone."
Molly clung to her mother like a lifeline, fingers gripping the fabric of Layla's sweater. "It didn't feel that way," she admitted, voice muffled. "It felt so real. And when I woke up… I thought for a second I'd still be there."
Layla rubbed soothing circles on her back. "I know," she murmured. "Dreams like that, they dig into you. But they're not real. You're here. With me. And you're safe."
Molly sniffled, pulling back just enough to meet her mother's eyes. "Then why does it still hurt?" she whispered. "Why do I feel like I am alone?"
Layla cupped her daughter's face, brushing away a tear with her thumb. "Because you miss Tooey," she said softly. "And because you're sick, and everything feels heavier when your body is fighting to heal."
Molly squeezed her eyes shut. "I just want him here," she confessed, her voice raw. "I want to hear his voice. I want him to hold my hand. I just want to feel him next to me."
Layla sighed, resting her forehead against Molly's for a brief moment before pulling back. "I know, baby. And if he could, he'd be here in a heartbeat. But for now, the best thing he can do for you is wait." She smiled gently. "And you will get better, Molly. You just have to hold on a little longer."
Molly let out a shaky breath, exhaustion creeping back into her features. Layla reached for a damp cloth and pressed it to her forehead, cooling her heated skin.
"Let's get you into some dry clothes," Layla said, helping her sit up properly. "Then I'll make you some tea. You don't have to be alone, even if Tooey isn't here."
Molly hesitated, then gave a weak nod. "Okay," she whispered.
Layla kissed her temple, brushing back her damp hair with tender fingers. "That's my girl. Now which set of pajamas do you want to wear?"
* Welcome Lodge, Nenana, Alaska *
Robbie hoisted Trini's suitcase onto his shoulder with an exaggerated groan. "Trini, are you sure you didn't pack bricks? Or maybe a backup sled?"
Trini rolled her eyes as she followed him into the lodge. "No, just the essentials."
Robbie smirked as he set the suitcase down inside her room. "Right… essentials. Doesn't feel like the essentials"
Trini froze mid-step, narrowing her eyes. "Wait—what do you think I packed? You saw me packing it last night"
Robbie crossed his arms, looking smug. "Uh, I was just thinking you put more stuff in the bag after we enter the call. I may be a little slow sometimes, but I do have a memory."
Trini groaned. "I am so glad we could have this quality time together!"
Robbie laughed, sitting down on the bed. "Quality time? Trini, I can't wait until we can go out to dinner. I have several surprises planned."
Trini felt her face heat up as she unzipped her suitcase. "You really mean that?"
Robbie scoffed. "Uh, yeah. I mean, I have actual dress clothes for this date. Do you know how much effort that takes?" He gave her a dramatic, exhausted look.
Trini giggled, pulling the dress out and holding it up for him to see. His teasing expression softened immediately.
"You're gonna look amazing in that. You know that" he murmured.
Her heart fluttered. "You really think so?"
Robbie shook his head with a chuckle. "Trini, I know so." He reached out, gently squeezing her hand. "And, for the record, I think you'd look amazing in anything."
She rolled her eyes, smiling. "Smooth, Atalaw. Real smooth."
He grinned. "I try." Then his eyes narrowed. "But don't think I didn't notice how quickly you dodged my real concern."
Trini raised a brow. "And what concern is that?"
Robbie sighed dramatically. "I have willingly brought another person into my sisters' kingdom of torture. Trini, do you realize what you've walked into?"
Trini smirked. "Oh, I know what I've walked into." She leaned in slightly. "And I fully plan on enjoying the show."
Robbie groaned, flopping back on the bed. "I knew it. I knew you'd side with them."
Trini burst out laughing. "I didn't say I was siding with them! I just said I plan to enjoy myself."
Robbie peeked up at her. "That's the same thing."
She shrugged innocently. "Maybe."
He reached for a pillow and tossed it at her, and she ducked, still laughing. "Fine, fine," she said, grinning. "I promise not to actively encourage them. But if they happen to do something hilarious… well…"
Robbie groaned again. "Great. Just great. I am so doomed."
Trini walked over and tugged his hand, pulling him upright. "C'mon, let's go before your sisters get bored and come looking for you. That would be way worse."
He sighed in mock defeat but let her pull him up. "You know, for someone I like, you sure do enjoy watching me suffer."
She winked. "You did say you like me no matter what. Besides, I am the only person allowed to make you miserable, got it?"
Robbie chuckled, shaking his head as they walked out together. "Yeah, yeah… I get it."
As Trini stepped out of the bedroom, she glanced around but didn't see her parents. She took a step toward the door, only then realizing Robbie's hand was wrapped around hers. She hadn't even noticed him take it—but now that he had, she gave his hand a small, reassuring squeeze.
Robbie squeezed back. "You just noticed, didn't you?" he murmured, amusement in his voice.
Trini smirked but didn't answer, leading him out of the lodge.
The cold air greeted them as they stepped outside, their boots crunching in the snow. They made their way toward the welcome center, where their parents and Robbie's sisters were waiting.
Joy spotted her daughter first. "Are you all settled in, Trini Bear?"
Trini smiled and nodded. "Yeah, Mom."
Before Mr. Atalaw could begin talking,—"Robbie, did you—"
He was immediately cut off by Halai and Alena, their voices harmonizing in an obnoxiously sweet singsong, "Are you done helping your girlfriend, Robbie?"
Robbie groaned so loudly it was almost theatrical. "I knew this was coming."
Trini covered her mouth, barely stifling a laugh.
Alena grinned mischievously. "You two were taking an awfully long time. What, were you folding her socks too?"
Halai chimed in. "Or maybe fluffing her pillows?"
Robbie turned to Trini in mock betrayal. "This is what I was talking about! You knew they'd do this, and you're enjoying it."
Trini, grinning ear to ear, simply shrugged. "Hey, I promised not to actively encourage them. This is all them."
Joy chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright, alright, girls, let's not torment the poor boy too much."
Halai and Alena shared a knowing look. "Oh, we're just getting started," Alena whispered dramatically.
Robbie sighed in defeat, rubbing his face. "I brought this on myself."
Trini nudged him playfully. "Hey, at least you have me to balance things out."
Halai waggled her eyebrows. "Ooooh, is that what you were doing in there? Balancing things out?"
Robbie groaned again, and Trini finally lost it, bursting into laughter.
"Y'know what?" Robbie muttered. "I change my mind—I am doomed."
Noticing Robbie's slumped shoulders and defeated expression, Trini decided to change the subject. She gently bumped his arm. "Hey, so… what are some of the best places to see in Nenana?"
At the question, Robbie's entire demeanor shifted. His eyes lit up, and he straightened his posture as if an invisible weight had been lifted. "Would you like a personal tour?" he asked, excitement creeping into his voice. "Nenana's not huge, but I can show you around. There's some cool spots you might like."
Trini smiled. "That sounds great. I'd love that."
Turning to his parents, Robbie clasped his hands together in an exaggerated pleading gesture. "Mom, Dad—can I please be Trini's official tour guide to Nenana?"
Mr. and Mrs. Atalaw exchanged a glance with the Mumford's, a silent conversation passing between the four adults. Finally, Robbie's mother chuckled and nodded. "Go ahead, sweetheart. Just make sure you're back here by dinnertime."
Robbie pumped his fist in victory. "Yes!"
Before he and Trini could take a step, Halai and Alena instantly perked up. "Ooooh, a private tour?" Halai teased. "Sounds like fun. Maybe we should come too."
Alena grinned wickedly. "Yeah, we'd love to see Trini get the full Nenana experience."
Robbie spun around with a panicked look. "Nope. Absolutely not."
Halai put on an innocent face. "Why not? We'll be quiet as mice."
"More like hyenas," Robbie muttered under his breath.
Before the sisters could push any further, their mother held up a hand, silencing them. "No, girls. You're staying here with us."
"But—" Alena started to protest.
"No 'buts'," Mrs. Atalaw said firmly. "We are not going to have you teasing your poor brother while he's entertaining his friend."
At the word friend, Halai and Alena shared a knowing glance before turning back to Robbie with matching smirks.
"Ohhh, entertaining his friend," Halai repeated dramatically, waggling her eyebrows.
Alena giggled. "Sounds serious."
Robbie groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "And this is why you're not coming."
Trini, barely holding back her laughter, leaned over and whispered, "I think they just like seeing you squirm."
"Of course they do," Robbie grumbled. Then, grabbing her hand, he said, "C'mon, let's go before they change Mom's mind."
As they hurried off, Halai called out behind them, "Have fun, lovebirds!"
Trini giggled as Robbie groaned again. "I am never going to live this down."
She squeezed his hand playfully. "Nope. But look on the bright side—at least you get to show off your hometown."
Robbie sighed, then smiled. "Yeah… I guess that part isn't so bad."
* Ookami Residence *
Tooey sat at his desk, staring blankly at his computer screen, the glow of it reflecting in his tired eyes. He wasn't really doing anything—just idly clicking around, his mind elsewhere. The last few days had been exhausting, and no matter how much he tried to shake the weight pressing on his chest, it wouldn't go away.
A noise from downstairs broke through his thoughts. Without turning his chair, he shifted his head just in time to see his father, Kenji, walking past the open doorway.
"Hey, Tooey," Kenji greeted in passing, his tone casual but warm.
Tooey barely mustered a nod. "Hey, Dad."
Before he could turn back to his screen, more footsteps sounded—heavier, hesitant. Jay and John, his older brothers, stepped into the room, stopping abruptly at the sight before them.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Tooey could see it in their faces—the split-second of shock they tried to mask. They had heard about his injuries, but this was the first time they were seeing him in the wheelchair, his legs strapped into braces.
Jay recovered first, clearing his throat as he forced a smile. "Hey, little bro," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "You need anything?"
"Yeah," John added, his voice softer than usual. "We can grab you something if you want."
Tooey could feel the weight of their gazes. He knew they were taking everything in—the way he sat, the medical gear, the fact that he couldn't just stand up and greet them like before. He hated this moment. He hated the way it made him feel like a different person in their eyes.
But he forced a small smile anyway. "Nah, I'm good. Just… hanging out."
His brothers exchanged a look. They didn't know what to say—how to react. Tooey could tell they wanted to ask something, maybe reassure him in some way, but neither of them could find the right words.
Before the silence could stretch on, Kenji reappeared in the doorway. He took one look at his older sons, then at Tooey, and without hesitation, he strode across the room and pulled Tooey into a firm, steady hug.
Tooey stiffened for a moment, caught off guard. But then, slowly, he relaxed into it.
"Hey, kiddo," Kenji murmured. "You sure you're okay? You need anything?"
Just like before, Tooey forced a small laugh. "I'm fine, Dad. Really."
Kenji pulled back, his hands resting on Tooey's shoulders as he studied him. Tooey could tell his dad didn't believe him.
"All right," Kenji said, though there was a weight behind the word.
Jay and John still lingered, their expressions softer now, less awkward.
"So, uh…" Jay scratched the back of his head. "This thing got turbo boosters or what?"
Tooey snorted, finally breaking into a real grin. "Not yet, but I'm working on it."
John chuckled, giving his little brother a playful shove. "Well, when you trick it out, let me know. I want a test drive."
Tooey rolled his eyes, but he appreciated their effort. He could feel the tension easing a little.
As the conversation turned lighter, Kenji quietly stepped out of the room. He made his way downstairs, finding Atsaq in the kitchen. She was stirring a pot of tea, but when she saw her husband's face, she set the spoon down.
"What is it?" she asked gently.
Kenji leaned against the counter with a sigh. "Tooey's putting on a brave face, but I can tell this is hitting him hard. And seeing him like that… I think it caught Jay and John off guard. They didn't know how to react."
Atsaq nodded. "It's been a rough few days. Molly's sick, and they've both been struggling. Tooey's trying not to let it show, but I know it's weighing on him."
Kenji exhaled deeply. "Yeah… I could see it in his eyes." He paused for a moment, then said, "I think we need to get him out of the house for a bit. Let him breathe. Maybe take him somewhere where he can feel normal for a while."
Atsaq smiled softly. "That sounds like a good idea."
Kenji nodded, determination settling in his chest. Tooey might not ask for help, but that didn't mean they wouldn't give it to him.
Because that's what family was for.
* A Little While Later *
As they moved around the kitchen, preparing dinner, Atsaq glanced at Kenji, who was focused on chopping vegetables. She hesitated, then took a breath, deciding it was time to bring it up.
"You know," she said, stirring a pot on the stove, "Tooey has a girlfriend now."
Kenji's knife stopped mid-slice, hovering over the cutting board. He turned his head slowly, blinking in disbelief. "Wait… what?"
Atsaq smirked at his reaction. "Molly. Layla's daughter."
Kenji set the knife down, crossing his arms. "Molly? The same Molly he and Trini got lost with?"
"The very same."
Kenji exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. "And when exactly was someone going to tell me about this?"
Atsaq chuckled. "I just did."
Kenji shook his head with a small laugh, then his expression softened. "So, it's real? Not just some puppy-love thing?"
Atsaq leaned against the counter, folding her arms. "Kenji, it's real. They've been through a lot together. When they were stuck out there in the snow, Molly took care of Tooey and Tooey took care of her and Trini. She made sure he was warm or helped him when he needed it. She kept him safe when he returned from the hospital. She wouldn't leave his side."
Kenji frowned slightly, his brows knitting together. "They did all that for each other, including Trini?"
"They did," Atsaq nodded. "And when she got sick afterward, Tooey was right there, taking care of her. He wouldn't leave her side either."
Kenji exhaled sharply, rubbing the back of his neck. "That boy… he never does anything halfway, does he?"
Atsaq smiled knowingly. "No, he doesn't."
Kenji let out a slow breath. "So, that's why he's been acting like a ghost the moment I saw him earlier. It's not just his injury—it's being apart from her."
Atsaq's expression turned sympathetic. "It's been hard on him. They went from depending on each other for survival to suddenly being separated, and now he's stuck here, recovering, while she's sick in her own bed. It's been eating at him."
Kenji rubbed his face, letting the weight of it settle in. "I guess I should've known. Our boy's got a big heart."
"That he does," Atsaq said softly.
Kenji looked at her with a smirk. "And how's Layla handling this?"
"She knows, just like I do. And honestly?" Atsaq smiled. "I think she's as grateful for Tooey as we are for Molly."
Kenji shook his head with a chuckle. "Well, I guess I better get used to the idea that our boy's in love."
Atsaq nudged him playfully. "You might want to brace yourself, Kenji. This is just the beginning."
Kenji groaned, picking up the knife again. "Great. First, he gets lost in a snowstorm, now he's got a girlfriend. What's next? College applications?"
Atsaq laughed, placing a comforting hand on his arm. "One step at a time, dear."
Kenji sighed dramatically but squeezed her hand in return. "Yeah, yeah. But I still say this is happening way too fast."
Atsaq grinned, stirring the pot again. "That's parenthood for you."
Yup'ik Dictionary
Waquaa! – Hello
Aana – Mother
Tua-I-Ngunrituq – Goodbye
Tuntuvak – Moose
Quyana – Thank you
Gaarrufurendo – Girlfriend in Japanese
Watashi no Gaarrufurendo – My girlfriend in Japanese
Angniq anutiiq elpenum – Happy Birthday to You
Gwich'in Dictionary
Shgguya – My grandchild
Ti'yaa – My father
Dak Niighit – "She rises into the air" Layla Mabray's Native name.
Shchada'a – My grandfather
Dinjik – Moose
Khoh t'án - Rose
Shahnyaa – One who informs us – Molly's native name
Shaeeyaa - Shimmering Stars, comic book hero created by Molly.
Sha'oodèe- Boyfriend
Va'oodèe – Girlfriend
Qaspeg – Tunic length, (falling between hip and knees) hooded overshirt with a large front pocket
Shii neet'ihthan nakhwan – I love you
Ch'oondaii - Medicine
Shroonch'yaa – It is fun; It is joyful