"You'll have to keep your eyes open. Unfortunately, you won't be able to rest."
Aamon places a hand on Ezra's shoulder, his expression serious, the weight of his words settling in without needing to be emphasized.
"And the king will want to talk to you. I know that won't be a problem for you, but he will want to speak to the child as well."
They were about to leave.
Ezra was already near the carriage, making sure everything was secured, checking each strap and corner like it might suddenly fall apart if he didn't.
He had already placed their belongings inside, but he still went over everything again.
One couldn't be too sure after everything that had happened.
"I understand. I've already prepared myself and the kid for that," Ezra says, his voice steady as he glances toward Lior, who was off to the side, standing quietly as if waiting for something or someone.
Aamon follows his gaze. "He's a tough kid."
