The sound of gentle waves crashing against the shore fills the air as the two figures slowly come into focus. Rose, still regaining her strength, sits on the sand while her son stands nearby, scanning the horizon for any signs of hope.

Rose: softly, breaking the silence "So... it’s just the two of us, isn’t it?"

She looks at her son, her voice carrying a mixture of exhaustion and uncertainty.

Rose: "I never thought we’d end up in a situation like this. But... we’ll figure it out. We have to."

Her gaze meets her son's, searching for reassurance as they prepare to face the unknown together. Rose: "Where do we even start?"

She returns the hug, briefly squeezing her son tightly before pulling away. "First, we need to gather our strength. Then we can start looking for food and water," she says, her voice firm but not uncaring. "I'll be honest, I never expected us to survive this together... but here we are."

Her eyes flicker over his body, assessing him for injuries, before looking out at the ocean once more. "We need to find shelter as well. The nights can get quite cold on this island."

She glances at her son, then looks away, feeling uncomfortable with his show of affection. "It's alright," she says softly. "We're in this together now." Her voice holds a newfound note of determination. "Let's find some food and shelter before nightfall."

The pair continues to walk along the shore, searching for anything that might help them survive on this deserted island. Rose's mind races with thoughts of their situation and how they might get off the island alive. She can't help but feel guilty for not paying more attention to her son when they had a life of luxury back home. This newfound closeness is unsettling, yet also reassuring in its own way.

She nods in agreement, her expression thoughtful. "That might be wise. We need our strength for tomorrow." Looking at the palm trees surrounding them, she begins to gather fallen fronds and twigs, weaving them together into a makeshift shelter against the wind and rain. "This should do for now," she says as she finishes constructing it. "We can sleep here tonight."

Her eyes widen in surprise as her son pulls her into a tight embrace, but she doesn't resist. "It's alright," she whispers, feeling the warmth of his body and the strength of his arms around her. "We're in this together now." For the first time since they arrived on the island, there is a sense of comfort and unity between them. Maybe there's hope for them yet.

Even though her heart protests against the familiarity and closeness, she finds herself relaxing into his embrace. It's been so long since anyone has touched her with such affection. She remains silent, unsure of what to say or how to react, but knows that this moment is important for them both. Maybe they can find a way back to each other after all.

Her breath catches in her throat as his hands move lower on her body, feeling foreign yet welcoming against her skin. She hadn't expected this level of closeness with him, but finds herself unable to resist the comfort and warmth he provides. Her eyes close, allowing herself a moment of peace in the midst of their desperate situation.

Her heart races as he moves even closer, his breath tickling her cheek. She's never been this close to him before and the feelings that well up inside her are overwhelming. Part of her wants to push him away, maintaining their newfound distance, but another part finds solace in his presence. For now, she allows herself to enjoy this rare moment of closeness with her son.

She leans into him, their noses brushing against each other as they breathe in unison. Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a shaky sigh, feeling the tension begin to drain from her body. In this moment, she realizes that maybe there's hope for them after all - hope that they can survive this ordeal together and perhaps even find a way back to each other as mother and son.