She hugged him close to her once he dropped his head against her shoulder, her chin resting atop his head. She ran her fingers through his short hair, her other hand tracing up and down his arm. He was shaking slightly, though it faded as time went on. Whatever he had seen in his dream had shaken him, and she simply wanted to ease him, comfort him. She was patient, waiting until he was ready to share his dream with her. If he was.<br/><br/>When he pulled back, she kept close to him, resting her chin on his shoulder. She kissed the fabric that covered his skin, looking up to him with concerned eyes. When he began to speak, she was at first confused. Why would a dream about Oliver scare him so badly? But, as he continued, it became clear. He had dreamt of her. About her getting hurt, a part of her suspected that he had actually dreamt her death. And the worst part, he could save her. She understood that pain. When he leaned into her once again, she immediately wrapped him up, letting him lay in her arms. Pressing numerous gentle kisses to his cheek and jaw, she ended her trail with a soft, loving kiss to his lips. “Always. I’ll be with you always.”<br/><br/>She kept there, her eyes closing as well. She couldn’t promise him that she would leave their war unscathed, just as he couldn’t promise her the same. War was brutal, unforgiving. They couldn’t guarantee both of them would make it out okay, and that scared her. What if she lost him? She would be losing everything she had left. She quickly shook that thought, however, focusing on the moment. Focusing on the shaken man she held. She continued to cradle him, her arm running down his more muscles ones. Her free hand cuoed his cheek, her thumb running across the skin. “I’m okay now, though. I’m here. I won’t be leaving you so quickly, you know.” She offered him a smile.<br/><br/>“The council is free, so we can go see them whenever.” She looked down to him, her arms still around him. “Lets maybe give it a few minutes, however. Let you regain your bearings. And...” she sighed, reaching a hand up and running it down her face. “And, if something were to happen to me you...you’ve got to promise you’ll keep going. The war doesn’t stop with me or you and if the choice is leave me, or leave everyone else...don’t abandon the world.” She knew that what she was asking was cruel, and harsh. But she also knew he’d be asking the same of her. “Please.” She didn’t want to dump that on him now, but she wanted to get it in the open as they walked towards uncharted danger.