As the excitement slowly faded, I gently stroked Marcus' hair, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.
"Alright, my love. It's late now. You need to rest."
Marcus blinked up at me. "But Mama—"
"Shh..." I hummed a quiet lullaby, the same one I used to sing to them when they were younger. I reached over and pulled the blanket up to his chin. "Close your eyes, sweetheart. I promise, when the time is right, we will find him."
Marcus yawned, nodding slowly. His tiny fingers finally loosened their grip on my sleeve as his breathing slowed, his body melting into the warmth of the blankets. Beside him, Daemond and Ksaver had already drifted off, their steady breaths filling the quiet night.
