At that moment, the other team members also came out, echoing Parham's sentiments and urging Danielle to follow Alexander’s plan. Seeing the sincerity in their eyes, and then looking back at Alexander, she knew that insisting further would only make things more difficult for him.
“Alright, I’ll go,” she said softly. “But you have to promise me you’ll be careful and take care of yourself.”
“I will. Don’t worry,” Alexander assured her. “Once the storm is over, I’ll come and get you myself.”
After the meeting, Alexander immediately arranged for Sammie to come and pick up Danielle. Sammie appeared as composed and capable as ever. “Miss Crawford,” he said respectfully upon seeing her, “everything is ready. We can leave now.”
Danielle gathered her small bag and walked over to Alexander. She handed him the pair of pink gloves. “Take these. It’s freezing in Antarctica. Make sure you wear them. And take your medicine on time. Don’t make Niki and me worry.”
Alexander took the gloves, his fingertips brushing against the soft material, and his heart stirred. “You too. Take care of yourself,” he said, his voice hoarse. A thousand words ultimately distilled into that single sentence.
Danielle nodded, took a deep breath, and turned to follow Sammie out of the research station. The wind outside had grown stronger, and pellets of ice stung her face. She looked back one last time at the station, at Alexander standing at the entrance watching her go. She silently prayed for the storm to pass safely and for Alexander and the entire team to remain unharmed.
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