Ryder
She woke up with a soft sigh; she’d not felt this well rested in forever. She recalled Waylon putting his cloak over her, and it was still there. She could feel it, it was better at holding heat in than her own King’s Eyes cloak was, she thought absently and went to sit up, only to feel she wasn’t alone, that there was a body right behind hers and an arm draped over her.
That the warmth she’d been feeling wasn’t just from her body heat trapped by the cloak, she turned her face to find Waylon right there. His eyes were closed as though he was still sleeping, but she didn’t think he actually was, “Why are you right there?” she asked.
“It can’t be helped. Where my scale goes, I go,” his eyes opened, and he looked right at her, and she got a real up-close look at those unusual eyes of
