The rays of the early morning sun spilled through the narrow window, painting warm streaks across the cold stone floor. One such beam landed squarely on Kaelith's face[1], forcing him to squint.
He groaned softly and raised a hand to shield his eyes, the brightness too harsh after the sleepless night. His fingers brushed against the faint layer of sweat that clung to his skin, a reminder of both exhaustion and worry.
He blinked slowly, trying to orient himself. He hadn't meant to fall asleep at all. Since the moment he'd left to search for Zevryn, he had traveled through the night without pause, driven by restless determination.
That might have been the reason that at some point, his body had given in to fatigue without him realizing, and he had collapsed into a shallow, uneasy sleep.
