Chapter sixty three ~ Regrets
Damia’s POV ************
I wrapped Tyvon’s shirt piled up on the other side of the cave around my body just as I scooped some water from the floor of the cave to wash my face. It felt cold and refreshing to my skin. We have been walking down the woods for days on foot and I was glad we saw another cave where we could lay our heads for the night.
Tyvon was sitting close to the fire, trying to warm his wet furs. He had also spent half of the day climbing and trying to navigate our way home. He had ended cold and totally drained of strength. Yet I could see him watching me from the corners of his eyes every passing minute. Maybe he was just being concerned about me.
I let my fingers play in the water for a bit as my mind drifted back to my days in the cott
