Rune looked at her puzzledly. "Yes...you did." he said simply. He looked at her. "The subconscious mind...will tell your heart what it wishes...even when ones aware thoughts think otherwise." He said simply. Looking at her. "Yes...a poem of hatred and anger." He said simply. He listened to her speak. "Indeed..." he said. Looking away. "Don't...don't we all sweet mortal. Don't we all..." He shrugged and shook his head. "Your heart is while your mind isn't." he said. Looking at her. "What a sad twist of faint...a mortal so young...full of such hatred." he blinked as she fainted. "Is...that normal?" He said in puzzlement. Whirlwinding around until he found a pillow in a blanket. Taking them and whirlwinded beside her. Lifting her head gently and laid it on the pillow. Then covered her with the blanket. Whirlwinding back to where he had been. Sitting down and watched her with pondering eyes. "Well...what a mysterious woman she is."