Chapter 44
The first rays of dawn painted the sky with hues of pink and orange, signaling the start of a new day. Col stirred, his body stiff from sleeping on the hard ground. He glanced at Shae, still sleeping peacefully against him, and then at Amelia, who remained curled up near the dying embers of the fire. He gently shifted Shae, laying her down on the makeshift bed of leaves and furs, careful not to wake her. He rose to his feet, stretching his aching muscles, and began to gather firewood, rekindling the dying flames. Amelia stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and looked around, her gaze settling on Col. "Good morning," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. "Morning," Col replied, his voice low. "How are you feeling?" "Tired," Amelia admitted, yawning.
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