Seal his nightmares away? Freedom from thoughts that haunted him when he allowed himself to relax? To drift off into a light and haunted sleep? That sounded too good to be true. She would do that just because he was protecting his friend? It was surreal but if it was possible he would like it. "Thank you." He said softly. Looking down and saw the small snowflake on his chest. Looking up and listened as she spoke. Nodding his head and smiled gratefully. "Thank you." He said softly. He liked the fact he would know if Honey was in danger or not when they were apart. A shaman? What was a shaman? Nodding his head to show he understood. Days...no...years of exhaustion caught up to him. His eyes lulling closed on his own accord. One arm drapping over Honey as she rubbed against his chest. His eyes closing yet still he was on guard. Yet for the first time in a very long time...he was sleeping. He was not haunted by the memories. Not haunted by his painful secrets. Everything was peaceful. If and when Honey woke so would he but for now he slept. Relaxed and at peace. Such a new poem forming in the recesses of his poetic mind. Just forming so not yet ready to be spoken aloud.