The morning sun broke over the barren horizon, painting long shadows across the frost-bitten ground. Leo, strapped snugly to her chest, seemed to pick up on Kit's unease. His tiny hand swatted aimlessly at the empty air before landing on Kit's head. The boy had drifted close again, his small frame almost brushing against Zara's leg as he clung to her side.
"Pat," Leo mumbled, his chubby fingers ruffling Kit's hair clumsily. The toddler let out a delighted giggle, kicking his feet in excitement.
Kit beamed up at him, his face lighting up as though Leo's clumsy affection had chased away all the shadows clinging to him since last night. "Hey, buddy," Kit said, his voice soft and full of warmth. "You like my hair, huh?"
