“If you’re tired, then let me carry the weight.” Zercy frowned and glanced away, but Alec cupped his face, his hands barely covering the Kríe’s cheeks. “Listen to me,” he commanded in his captain’s voice, resuming eye contact. “My back is sturdy. My back is strong. Lean on me. Let me be your support.” “Alick…” Zercy groaned. “This is my burden to bear.” “Not alone. Not anymore.”