It felt good to be in Micky's arms. Rumpelstiltskin wasn't in Amber's head, she felt almost normal. Plus, it also felt right. Like where she was supposed to be. She didn't want it to end, but all things had to come to an end. Even good ones. She wasn't tired, hadn't been since she reclaimed her dagger. She understood others weren't like her, though. Dark Ones didn't need sleep, but most people did. Even werewolves needed to sleep.<br/><br/>Amber nodded her head and blushed a little at what he saying. He had just invited her for a sleep over. She chuckled as she replied.<br/><br/>"Well, Dark Ones don't need sleep but...I could try to start that research while you sleep."