Third person
The caravan resumed under intense silence. No one dared speak; even breathing was done at a measured pace. Rain's eyes watched the soldiers like a hawk. Everyone had turned into a suspect in his eyes. His hands trembled as he struggled to keep calm. His breath was heavy, and his left leg couldn't keep still.
While Caelan's breath evened, his temperature dropped rapidly, and his lips' shade moved from a hollow pink to dark purple within two hours.
Rain couldn't sleep. Viola brought warm water for Rain to help warm Caelan. The caravan rolled slowly, and everyone held their breath. They didn't need to be told a spy was amongst them. It was easy to guess.
