She nods. Thanks him silently.

The GROUNDSKEEPER (30s, flannel shirt, quiet confidence) holds her leather journal. He extends it.

He slowly kneels in front of her.

He doesn’t leave. He points to the meditation bell. Then to his ear. Then to her lips.

Low light. A single candle. A thin wall separates them from the main lodge.

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