Ahmya lay closer to Ketahn and Ivy, still bundled in blankets of her own. One of her little feet was poking out from beneath those blankets. Rekosh’s hand rested but a finger’s length away from Ahmya’s exposed foot. Rekosh himself was sprawled out with only his torso inside the shelter, looking as though he’d meant to tuck Ahmya’s foot back under the blanket when he’d fallen asleep.
