Bearclaw Valley mesmeric revelation

Ashlar would slip away eventually but for now the boy stayed, listening as sleep seemed to come.  If something happened or changed, he'd be there, and while he could not do much he could perhaps help in some way.   Even if it meant calling for others.

He let the contentment of the nearness of her wash over him and lowered his head, but did not quite sleep.  Ashlar had grown used to being alone in the months since leaving home but it did not suit him. This was better, and he felt nothing short of grateful right now.