“I’m tired, Dee,” Sys said at last, raising his head. His eyes were red and puffy and his face almost as white as the bandage around his head. “My head hurtss sso much and I can’t… I can’t ththink. Pleasse, I need to… jusst need to…”
“You don’t need to think, Sys. You’re still not well. Jo’el, is there somewhere he can rest?”
“Of course. Follow me.”
Dee picked Luke up into his arms. The little boy was trembling and crying softly. He buried his face in Dee’s hair and clung to him, with his arm