As Cyne calmed down, Elara's hand touched his back briefly, shocking him, and even more so when she placed her hand on his shoulder. Her touch was comforting, but he had to keep himself from pulling away. He wasn't used to a supportive touch like that. Many times when he had these nightmares, he woke alone in his war tent, or in his chambers, surrounded by stone. In fact, he almost didn't remember he was here, his mind drawn thin from the dream.<br/><br/>"No, I'm fine. No one was here, except maybe the maid. I'm fine, just... Left alone with my thoughts while I rest."<br/><br/>He stood up, stretching his limbs, feeling the normal pains of the war tent he'd come to know fade from the extravagance of the Queen's bed. It felt wonderful, but it didn't clear his mind any. Nothing would, he imagined. Some things just can't be unseen. He could still feel the burn of the ash, the cold of the ice.<br/><br/>"Enough about me though, when shall we start that tour?"<br/><br/>He tried to stop the shaking as he said this, but to little avail. He knew she'd seen it, and still he couldn't quit, so instead resolved to dressing himself.<br/><br/>"Where would my clothes be kept, Elara?"