It was as if something was lifted from the blond to know he was awake the dream was just that. If the male had picked up on the young female's sorrow he hadn't let on, that made her both wonder and feel a bit better. Marcella hadn't noticed how quite it was in her mind not an hint of anyone besides them. Her tiny hands holding his it was like they were meant to be in his hands how easy they slipped in.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"You're healing there is a long way to go with as little as I can do"</span>her words showed her shame.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I feared my nightmare to be true. To see you not only alive but feeling better dose my heart good"</span>The truth in her words almost hinted at her own guilt for not being able to do more than she was. desperately The young Carpathian wanted to take him to the great healers, yet she knew that he couldn't make it not just yet.<br/><br/>Helping guide him to sitting Marcella remained quiet not wanting to cry. He needed the strength of this woman staying strong, for his sake she would. She regretted not feeding before she had left home, after him drinking from her the night prior she was weakened needing nourishment. The blond spoke not a word as he let out his pain and his fear. A small gasp escaped her pasteli lips as he told his story. The little woman wanted to reassure him in some way. Then the words came to her about the darkness in him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"That was a terrible dream but that was all it was something triggered by the situation you are in"</span>the little woman spoke trying to quell his fear.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Your life mate will quell the darkness that is why I need to get you home to her."</span>Still convinced he had a mate Marcella was more than ever set in her resolve.<br/><br/>those green as a the sea eyes widened when he spoke of needing blood. She had never left long enough that she would need to hunt. As well as her father had never taught her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"I...I'm sorry I don't know how to hunt. Anything like that I beryl can shift forms or even call on mother earth."</span>The lack of confidences cam from the way she was done once her bother died. When Nicloi had died Marcella's father had put an iron grip on the young girl. Biting her lower lips so hard it bled she wondered what to do.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Can you please explain how to do the luring?"</span><br/><br/>The blond looked away in shame.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"It is I who should be sorry. The mother goddess was truly cruel fating you with me to aid in this dark hour."</span>