The deepest parts of her**

Aire yawned as she rested on Raine's lap. Her mother continued stroking her hair until Aire finally fell into a deep slumber.

"Let me carry her inside the tent," Tyrone whispered. 

Raine nodded, letting Tyrone carry Aire in his arms and inside the tent. She stayed outside, hugging her legs and resting her chin on her knees as she stared at the dark wilderness beyond the fires. She didn't know how many times she had let out a sigh for the past few days, only that she managed to stop herself from letting yet another one out as she felt a blanket cover her shoulders. Tyrone sat on her back, stretching his legs while pulling her in between his thighs so she could rest her back on his chest.

"She marked him. Aire confessed that she managed to mark the boy," Raine weakly whispered. 

Tyrone's jaw clenched as he whispered, "Did she tell you more? Like some details about the boy?"