Behind us, Noah shifted slightly in his sleep, turning into the blankets as if the world outside this room didn’t exist.
I wished it didn’t.
“Get some rest,” Thoren said.
I let out a quiet breath that bordered on disbelief.
“Rest?”
“We’re going to need it,” he said. “And we won’t get another chance before morning.”
Kael didn’t argue. He moved to the bunk without hesitation, dropping onto the lower mattress with a quiet exhale as he stretched out, one arm thrown over his eyes.
“Wake me if anything changes,” he said.
“You’ll be awake before it does,” Thoren replied.
A faint smirk touched Kael’s mouth.
“Probably.”
He didn’t say anything else.
Within seconds, his breathing evened out—not fully asleep, but close enough.
I turned toward the other side of the room, moving behind the
