"He's still asleep," Fizzy said quietly as he pushed aside the tent flap. It hung more like a curtain than an actual door. "Poor little guy probably isn't used to waking up this early, eh?"
Ezra stepped inside and looked down at the small figure resting on the cot.
Lior's face was peaceful, his breathing slow and even.
"Yep," Ezra murmured. "He's used to sleeping in. He'll probably wake up in four hours."
Fizzy glanced between them.
"Then it shouldn't be a problem if you're gone for a while."
Ezra nodded, though his eyes never left Lior.
"Yes. I trust he'll be safe with you, Fizzy." His voice lowered slightly. "And remember. Besides Captain Aamon, no knight goes near him."
Fizzy straightened a little.
"Yes, Captain."
"Lior can walk around if he wants," Ezra continued. "But only within the camp. Stay with him the whole time. If anything happens, anything at all, go straight to Captain Aamon."
Fizzy nodded firmly.
