Ruth entered the tent she was sharing with Edwin after washing her face and hands to find him still asleep. He was never a heavy sleeper. But this travelling seemed to be extracting too much of his energy.
Or maybe he was relaxed that he didn't have to take care of thousand things at a time and could find some inner peace in this voyage?
Either way, he seemed to be sleeping longer than he usually did, and there was nothing Ruth could do about it.
She sat beside him, staring at his calm face. There was not his signature frown which didn't leave him even during sleep.
Ruth couldn't help but smile before leaning down and placing a soft peck on his forehead. She sat there running her fingers through his soft coffee-brown locks that had grown longer than she had ever seen on him but as unruly as they always were.
