She didn't pull her hand away. The contact was electric, charged with the adrenaline of near-death and the intimacy of absolute trust.

"You were gone for two hours," she said, her voice raspy from dehydration. "I thought the wild dogs got you."

Survival is no longer just about hunger and shelter. In v111, every NPC has a memory, a mood, and a heart. Your actions, dialogue choices, and even who you save during storms or share the last coconut with will shape deep, branching relationships.