Poppy walked past him to gather more branches, her steps lighter now, more confident. As she moved a…

"Poppy walked past him to gather more branches, her steps lighter now, more confident. As she moved ahead— Jon gave a low, playful whistle. Sharp. Brief. Unexpected. Poppy stopped mid-step. Then turned slowly. Her expression shifted—surprise first, then amusement. “Did you just—?” she started. “Yes,” he said, completely unbothered. She laughed. A real laugh this time, bright and unrestrained"