She wasn’t as erratic, now that her dream had passed and she relaxed a little bit, her breathing slowing down back to its normal rate. She listened to him as he spoke, and watched as he took careful steps to ensure that he didn’t move. She watched him retreat back and shook her head when she heard him utter an apology. “Don’t be, you didn’t know,” she didn’t mean to make him feel badly, she just didn’t realize it was his hand. As she told her side of the story, she watched his face contort into an emotion that she could only label as anger, undoubtably toward the man. It was strange to see such a reaction, as she’d honestly only expected pity from him, but she was happy, she hated pity. She expected that he’d heard his name at least somewhere, nearly everyone had, but no one knew what vile things he had done to his people. It disgusted her, too. One thing that she didn’t mention, was that she gave up herself in order to save an 13 year old girl. She could’ve let him take her instead, but she would’ve rather died than hear that girls screams, so she told him to take her instead, and he did.<br/><br/>When she heard Arc begin to speak, she looked up, his voice softly coaxing her out of her shell.He may not have thought that his kind, careful words would help her, and if it were someone else they probably wouldn’t have, but it was Arc. She was comfortable with Arc, she was safe here, so she let his words wash over her, nodding along to his sentences. As he repeated what his mother had said to him, she couldn’t help but wonder what she was like, his mother that is. He’s spoken of her many times, and never negatively, she sounds like an amazing woman. Her thoughts floated back to when he told her that they were gone, though not sure if they were dead. She could put two and two together, but he seems to miss her greatly, so she hoped that they were still well, and that he’d one day find him.<br/><br/>As he finished speaking, she looked up, meeting his eyes. She observed them, the angle of the moonlight highlighting different features of them that she hadn’t before seen. She wondered if she’d ruined this for her, whatever her and Arc had. There was no way that he’d want someone who was scared of certain physical contact, because who would? She pushed the demeaning thought to the back of her head and swallowed thickly, letting out a last shaky breath. She uncurled from the corner and scooter close to him, sitting no more that a couple feet away now. Her hands were still shaking, and her nerves were still on edge, but a feeling of safeness washed over her, reminding her that he wouldn’t hurt her. In her honesty, she wasn’t sure what she wanted him to do, or what he could do. So, instead, seeing how uncomfortable he was just sitting by the edge of the bed, she scooted over and nodded to the spot next to her.<br/><br/>“Would you just...stay,” he didn’t make her feel unsafe, she just needed to unwind, but she felt that being alone would be worse, it would be easier to submit to the horrid thoughts her brain provides. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up...you’re right, I’m still me, I’m just a little different.” She sighed, running her hands through her hair. She looked over to him and reached a shaky hand out, placing it on top of his and giving it a small squeeze. “I’m gonna be fine, just...” she shrugs. She liked that he understood what to do, what to say. He picked up on the pieces quickly, and was sure not to scare her. She appreciates him, more so than anything else, and began to think if she needed to continue the path of revenge at all...if she did, she’d have to leave, and she doesn’t want to leave. When he sat next to her, she slowly, carefully, scooted closer, leaning her head on his shoulder. At this moment, if she could just control what she was comfortable with, there wouldn’t be a problem. She wanted to be okay with this, she had to try. She let out a long breath, looking up and meeting his eyes. They were captivating, she didn’t want to let them go.