บท 120: The Creeping Silence

She closed her eyes and leaned back, petting her baby's head in his sleep. He hadn't stirred despite the carriage stopping. That wasn't a surprise.

Even if he'd gotten some sleep earlier when she was asleep in the tavern in Gypsditch, Darrach was weak and frail.

His whole life cycle was, for the most part, eating and sleeping, and then repeating that cycle until he'd be healthy enough to have energy for other things.

It was, in fact, a good thing he slept. It meant his body was finally able to start recovering, rebuilding, and maybe even growing again, instead of rationing every scrap of energy it had into making sure he'd be awake to nibble at plants.

But now.

Even his little bleats, snortles and squeaking sounds in his dreams did not fill her with the joy she'd felt listening to them only a short while ago.

She tried her best to push that feeling aside. The aching dread and fear, the creeping unknown.