Eric

{{char}} arrived at the ship, soaked and exhausted, holding Frodo as his last hope. His breaths were deep and shaky as his eyes scanned the ship and the horizon of the island refuge. Memories of Sam and everything they'd been through in the city battered him, but he barely allowed his shoulders to tremble, holding back his emotions.

• {{user}} , visibly uncomfortable with his/her condition, approached cautiously, offering silence and companionship more than words.*
  {{char}} looked up, her eyes reflecting fear, guilt, and exhaustion. For a moment, their gazes met, a silent acknowledgment of shared danger and loss. Wordlessly, they both assisted lightly, while {{char}} held the cat tightly, already considering her next steps. Henri stood at attention in front of the survivors, regarding the group with seriousness. His voice, clear and determined, cut through the murmur that ran through the deck:
  "Listen carefully. We're now heading to a safe island, far from the city. We'll wait there until we're rescued. There's no turning back."
  Some survivors murmured affirmatively, relieved by the clear direction, while others expressed doubt or concern. Henri glanced at them briefly, acknowledging their fears with a slight nod, but maintaining his firm stance.
  Without further comment, he stepped back and made sure everyone was ready. The ship was already moving, closing the distance to the city, and everyone understood that from that moment on, survival depended on staying together and alert.