Like most nights, Elara's sleep was deep, dreamless and undisturbed. It was thought that the vampires did not dream because they did not have souls, despite being able to sire their own offspring and the like. But it was only until she felt the shuddering sensation through the mattress and blankets on the bed that Elara slept. She reached out slowly, blindly to find the source of the shaking and recoiled her fingers when she touched the too-warm flesh of someone who was certainly not vampire next to her. The queen's blue eyes opened quickly as she sat up, turning towards the unfamiliar threat, a snarl on her lips when she remembered that Cyne had taken up the other side of her generous bed. And it was the mortal princeling mage who was sitting on the other side of the bed, shaking.<br/><br/>Slowly, Elara pulled back her blankets and shifted to put a hand on Cyne's nearest shoulder, her touch light, tentative, non-threatening. "What is it? Did someone break in?" She asked cautiously, blue eyes surveying her sleeping area for anything out of place, but finding nothing, only a tray with light breakfast items presumably left by the maid. "Cyne, did someone attack you? I must know if they did and make an example, for your own safety." Her expression was one of genuine concern, but with the instincts of the warrior, not the understanding that the mind could play tricks on a mortal's mental state if left to its own devices after witnessing the horror's the mage had in the battlefields.