Kira PoV
I rubbed Eizan's shoulder as our wagon traveled across the desert. He had been quiet since we began the return home. His jaw was set, his gaze fixed on the horizon, a thousand unspoken thoughts swirling in those deep brown eyes of his. The desert sun beat down on us, but a different kind of heat radiated from him – a restless, simmering energy that I knew all too well. He was a lion pacing in an invisible cage, and I was the only one who could truly see the bars.
"Hey, my love," I said, my voice soft. "What's on your mind?"
He sighed, a long, weary sound. "Just some stuff."
I returned my eyes to my crochet project. "Do you want to talk about it?"
He shook his head, a subtle gesture that spoke volumes. "Not really."
"Okay," I said, accepting his silence. "But if you ever do, I'm here."
He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement.
