While she was asleep her dreams consisted of her tranforming, turning into something she didn't want to be. She tried to fight it but it never worked, and it only ever happened every full moon. She didn't know what would happen after losing the fight to the 'change'. She would just wake up somewhere random with no clothes on, so she had to get what she could which at the moment was not much.<br/><br/>She wriggled around in her sleep, whispering a few unrecognisable words, crying out every now and then.<br/>Zaylee desperately wanted to awake from this sleep, it was worse than normal and she desperately was trying to open her eyes, she was finally able to flutter her eyelids open. She let out a sigh of relief then realised she was being carried! She panicked for a moment until she realised if he wanted to hurt her he would have probably done it by now. She relaxed into his warm body, and got used to the rocking motion from every step he took .<br/>"I-I'm sorry, if you want me to I can walk, I'll be fine. Where are we going anyway?"<br/>She was curious as to what the boy was wearing, she couldn't really judge someone's fashion considering what she was wearing but it was quite peculiar to see someone suited up like this.<br/>She waited patiently for a response.