Daylight was short.
When Lycster woke up, he rubbed his eyes and noticed that the fire was still burning. Outside the cave, there was still no sight of the sun. In the days they had spent in the Bleak Lands, this had become the norm.
The young boy turned over to look at his sister. He heaved a sigh of relief as he watched her steady breathing with the rise and fall of her chest. Next to her, he saw Aether with his back against the stone walls of the cave, staring deep into the fire.
"You need to get some rest," Lycster said with a yawn as he stretched out his hands, "Let me take over the watch.
Aether shook his head.
-I don't need rest.- he replied softly.
"Even if you don't you should." Lycster chided as he threw a fur coat over the fae kin.
