Her body told her to snap awake. Buried deep within the water, her eyes snapped open, mouth agape, shaking vehemently.<br/><br/>She sits up, gasping for air, water pooling on the floor, her hand moving slowly to turn the water off. Her heart picks up in beat, flushing her pale face, and her hands push to her face, burying her eyes in her palms.<br/><br/>She knew it was no dream; the dark man, she had met, long ago. She had little memory yet of what happened, trying to push the flashback to no avail. She remembered Isolde, Jarvan, and the woman. She remembered...fear. Fear that she does not harbor now.<br/><br/>Millicent sighs heavily, her skin puckered from being in the tub so long, and then a silent alarm goes off.<br/><br/>Arella, her daughter. How long had she been in the tub?? The shadows she hears squealing. Someone entered the bedroom.<br/><br/>Panicked, Millicent stands, her left leg tingly from being asleep, and she teeters from the large vessel. Crying out in fright, she feels the fear now, snagging a towel and pulling the door open, water sloshing under her bare feet.<br/><br/>She races across the living room, not noticing Solas, into Arella's room, sucking in a silent gasp, expecting her angel gone. To find her sleeping soundly.<br/><br/>The shadows hush, taking again their guarded position, as she nears her daughter. Millicent's head tilts, soaking wet hair plopping water droplets down her face and neck. Her eyes are bright in the darkness, and she sees the cross her child has. Millicent reaches to touch the object, and her eyes open wide.<br/><br/>Her fingers warm, goosebumps rising across her flesh, the Fallen gave her daughter this. Recently.<br/><br/>She turns abruptly, he was no where in sight, and she silently moves into the living room, scanning the area.<br/><br/>She sees him, slumped at her door, and whines deep in her vocals. This is what he gets for sucking that nasty wench's blood; talk about a hangover tomorrow.<br/><br/>She giggles and while approaching him, her right hand keeping the towel tucked tightly around her torso, she kneels before him, staring at his face. Mill's brow furrows and her free hand, without thought, pulls up, palm passing over his features, stopping at his chin.<br/><br/>He does not move, and this raises concern across her features, she now pokes at his right cheek with her forefinger. Her tone quiet to keep Arella asleep, she asks, "hey...wake up...are you ok?"