“Mother Moon, I’m tired,” Aneryn said through another yawn, resting her head down on Rua’s shoulder as she had done for most of the journey to Yexshire. The rhythmic rocking of the carriage lulled her heavier into sleep. “Me too,” Rua murmured, head bobbing forward until Renwick placed a gentle hand on her forehead and guided her head to his shoulder. Rua made a sleepy hum as her eyes fluttered closed, tucking her face into his neck as his scent wrapped around her. Renwick softly chuckled as he brushed a kiss to her temple.
