Sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ Lᴏʀᴅ
"Take a nap," Jasper suggested. "You look beat to heck and back, kid..."
He'd give his son a warm smile.
"Don't worry about a thing," he insisted. "I'll take care of things."
Braze needed no further assurances as he was out like a light. Sleep had claimed him hard and heavy almost immediately.
He sank deeper into the co-pilot's seat, disappearing further into the plush folds of his cloak as the tension slowly faded out of his form. There was something quietly telling in how easily he surrendered to it, seemingly content to leave himself vulnerable among the others aboard.
Perhaps it was simply exhaustion catching up with him…
Or perhaps Jasper's presence beside him was enough to convince some stubborn, ever-watchful part of Braze that, for a little while, he truly didn't have to worry about a thing.