The sun hadn't yet risen. The horizon was still cloaked in a deep violet gloom when Jian opened his eyes. the coat had kept him warm all night making him feel all toasty and heaty.
A cold breeze drifted through the ruins of the city, brushing over the sleeping forms around the dying fire. Beside him, Qungya lay curled up peacefully, his tiny fists tucked under his chin, breathing evenly. Jian's gaze softened for a moment as he watched the child's face, so still, so innocent despite everything they'd endured.
Careful not to wake him, Jian gently shifted the child into his arms and hoisted him onto his back. Qungya stirred but didn't wake, his cheek pressing against Jian's shoulder.
