After settling Charlotte and spending a few quiet moments with Florence and Elize, Brandon stepped out into the hallway.
He walked down the corridor and stopped in front of another door.
Pushing it open quietly, he stepped inside.
The room was dimly lit by the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
On the large bed, Eira was curled up under the blankets, sleeping deeply.
Beside the bed, Yverine was sitting on a low stool with her upper body resting on the edge of the mattress as she slept.
One of her hands was still loosely holding onto the blanket near Eira, as if she had been watching over her until sleep took her as well.
He walked over quietly and sat down on the edge of the bed near Yverine.
Gently, he reached out and tapped her shoulder twice.
"Yverine," he called softly.
She stirred, and a small, tired sound escaped her lips as she shifted against the mattress.
Brandon tapped her shoulder again, "Yve."
