Amadalia stared up at a starless sky. The blue-black beyone anything she had known before. She was slipping into the depths of the planet with no way to breath, or catch at the light. The light wasn't seen so much as it was perceived. Her arms flailed out in slow motion, trying to swim, trying to break free. She was drowning and would never find her way out.<br/><br/>The man was there with his haunting eyes, taunting her and she denied his reality. But his scent remained within her nostrils, the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips. She still recalled binding his wounds. Praying to the Goddess to let him wake. And still he was there, those eyes delving to the depths of her soul. How? Why? What had brought him here to her? Perhaps she was only hallucinating it it was only an animal that had been brought... no those eyes. They had held no lies, and as they stared at her now, still and unwavering, she could not avoid the truth.<br/><br/>When she gave into the reality, she felt as if air was being pushed into her lungs for breath. The thickness of water replaced by air. She was still falling away from the surface at an alarming rate, but now she could breathe. Now was the time to try and reconcile those eyes with the shadowed figure she saw in her dreamworld. The figure filling out perfectly. All of it there before her, so easy now to see.<br/><br/>Again she breathed in deeply, and this time the air was crisp, clean. She herself became less heavy, and fell slower. Her arms moving towards those eyes. It felt like hours of trying to get to them, and to the hands she had just touched once, in her avid curiosity of the new species she had found. The smooth, but thick skin much like a well worn warrior's.<br/><br/>She felt as if she would never reach the surface again, though the sky above her was brightening more and more to a bright blue. She wanted to come back, tell him he took too long. Why had he not found her sooner? But she could do not but slip away.<br/><br/>Then suddenly, she was pulled upwards to the light by strong bands of steel beneath her shoulders and knees, and she floated across the sky. She curled into that strength, her cheek and ear finding the warmth and strong beat of life. The sky disappeared into the dreamscape it was and she breathed freely once more.<br/><br/>Her eyes fluttered as he carried her across the room, a small hand came up to touch at his chest near where his heart beat steadily. She seemed relaxed now in her half-sleep state. Adjusting easily to his gait as he carried her the few steps across the way to her bed.<br/><br/>She stirred even more as he moved to lay her down, her lips forming a wordless protest, until her back met the soft mattress and she sank down into it for a moment. But she tossed, turned and then finally with a gasp, opened her eyes to look around warily. There she saw him again, and inhaled sharply, her eyes taking his own in again.<br/><br/>"Why now?"  She muttered out and slowly lay back down upon the bed looking up at the ceiling. She had no reason to believe he would harm her. If he had wished to do so, his opportunity would have been perfect while she had been unconscious. What force had brought him here, and why? She looked at him once more and waited for some kind of response, some kind of answer that he would know, and she did not.<br/><br/>Perhaps she was a fool for thinking it was the same man as from her dreams too. Just how long had she been alone again?