As I settled into the caravan carriage, exhaustion weighed heavily on my eyelids. The rhythmic rocking of the carriage combined with the gentle murmur of fellow travelers lulled me into a drowsy state.
I drifted in and out of consciousness, visions of distant lands and forgotten faces dancing in the edges of my mind.
A sudden touch on my shoulder jolted me awake.
Startled, I blinked and saw a young boy standing beside me, holding out a flask of water.
"You were tossing and turning," he said softly, concern etched on his face. "Did you have a bad dream?"
I shook my head, the remnants of the dream already fading into the depths of my memory.
"I don't remember," I murmured, accepting the water gratefully.
The boy lingered for a moment, his gaze searching mine before nodding and re
