Fear surfaced in Bassan’s thoughts. Byron sensed a combination of concern for Athee’s uncle and anxiety due to the part Bassan’s parents played in today’s battle. He gave his son a little shake.
“Hey, your mother and I are fine, and your uncle will recover. No need to worry.” With those words, the last trace of energy seeped from Byron’s body. “Why don’t we go to bed?”
His son nodded and Byron rose to his feet, every muscle protesting the movement. Before he could take a step, Bassan grabbed his hand.
“I don’t want to sleep alone in my bed,” he said, his voice cracking.
The request surprised Byron. He couldn’t recall the last time Bassan had been too frightened to sleep by himself. Glancing around the main room, Byron decided a change of scenery might be good for both of them.
“I’ll g
