"Sir, we have arrived," Helain announced, opening the carriage door.
Ren stirred slightly, still half-asleep, his head leaning against Zayden's shoulder. The first rays of dawn slipped through the carriage window, catching the dark blue strands of Zayden's hair, which appeared light brown.
The General didn't move through the trip, letting Ren rest, though his sharp eyes scanned the surroundings as the carriage slowed.
The knights outside were exhausted, their breath fogging in the cold air, but Zayden's focus never wavered.
Ren shifted slightly, pulling himself away. Zayden's hand brushed lightly against Ren's as he adjusted his coat, careful not to disturb him, not knowing the man had already awoken.
The simple contact sent a faint warmth through the General, though he didn't dwell on it.
He turned, finding Ren looking at him, eyes wide.
"When did you wake up?"
