She was more than glad he felt so at ease here, and it made her wonder. After all this was said and done, would he return here? Would she return to Little Lake? She shook those thoughts, however, pressing herself as close to the soundly sleeping Carson as she felt she could, shielding her face in the crook of his neck. It didn’t take her long to follow suite into sleep, his arms around her keeping her warm as he held her close. She never thought she’d feel safe like this, never thought she’d have anyone to sleep next to her in bed, but now she did.<br/><br/>She dreamt that night, but not of rainbows and butterflies. She dreamt of the war, or the outcome, more like it. She stood on a hills, looking out over the valley where thousands, millions of people lay, the valley serving as a grave. She couldn’t stop it, she couldn’t prevent it, and she was the reason. Looking closer, she could see Luke, Tanner, all of her friends and at the front...Carson.<br/><br/>She shot her eyes open some time the next morning, her eyes flickering around the room as she recalled where she was. It was then she registered the arms around her waist, a small smile making its way across her lips, she leaned back on her pillow, just watching him sleep as she lay there. He was so peaceful as he slept, his usual scowl absent In his relaxation, and she relaxed further as the dream began to fade. She never wanted to see that happen, and she absolutely never wanted to see him hurt. Once he began to stir himself, she gave him a soft smile, leaning her forehead against his. She gently pressed her lips to his, holding the soft kiss before pulling back. “Morning,” She beamed softly. “I slept well, but I’m handing that fact to you.” After a moment, she reached out, running her fingers through his hair as he leaned against her, kissing his forehead. “What’s the plan for today? Are we waiting for other Striders?” She wanted to lay with him for awhile, but she knew time was of the essence, it was killing her.