Inside the tent, Brandon sat with his back against one of the tent poles, legs stretched out in front of him.
He had pulled a spare blanket over his shoulders against the chill.
His gaze rested on Rheanne.
She was sleeping peacefully on the other side of the tent, curled on her side with her long white hair spilling across the blanket.
Her white eyelashes fluttered gently with each slow, even breath.
The faint glow of the lantern highlighted the delicate curve of her cheek and the peaceful slackness of her lips.
A soft sigh escaped his lips.
He reached for the metal cup beside him and took a slow sip of water.
'I wonder how Elize, Florence and the others are doing,' he thought, as their familiar faces rose in his mind like a warm memory. 'I miss them so much.'
'…Charlotte must be blaming herself for losing me.'
He took another sip of water, then set the cup down and leaned back against the tent pole.
