Havoc was a little concerned with the shakiness of her voice, as she fell he gently caught her in his grasp. He was afraid she pushed herself to much, but was reassured by her happy dream. He picked her up and carried her over to the tent he pitched earlier. As gently as he could he placed her on a bedroll, the tent was fairly large and big enough for the both of them, so he just watched her sleep and her dreams.<br/><br/>When the dream with the beast came, his heart began to ache he wished he could do something. He tried to shake her awake once she started thrashing around. Havoc knew that the human body had a defense mechanism that if they feel they're falling they'd wake up immediately. So he picked her up just slightly and dropped her, even this didn't do anything. He was starting to get really worried, he went out of the ten and grabbed a flute from the cart. There was one lullaby he knew that he had sometimes played for Mallory when she had bad dreams. So he sat beside her and began to play, it was quite good.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF4000">A voice came from behind him interrupting his playing. "That's horrendous, you think that'll help her? Hah! You can't help anyone Havoc, you're just a worthless piece of flesh, I thought you learned that with Mallory."</span>Havoc set into a panic, "F-father, w-what are you doing here? Where's Mallory?"<span style="color: #FF4000">The voice belonged to an older man that somewhat resembled Havoc. Another one of his delusions. "Mallory's dead or have you forgotten your failure already? Just like this failure, it's no wonder everyone abandoned you."</span>Havoc was fighting back tears. "S-shut up, I-i won't listen to you." Which was a lot easier said than done, his father didn't stop dragging Havoc through the mud. Havoc tried to continue playing but now kept choking.<span style="color: #FF4000">His father sneered at him, "You really let yourself go earlier, that was a mistake. That's why I'm here because you crossed a line and now we're practically the same."</span>Havoc wiped at his tears, he was now lying down feeling all his energy being sucked from him. "I-i'm n-nothing like y-you! G-go away!"<span style="color: #FF4000">His father mocked him, "ooh, terrifying."</span>Havoc got up and created a blade in his hand and took a swipe at his father, who avoided as if he knew where and when it would come. Eventually Havoc resolved himself, stopped attacking a non-existent enemy, and did his best to ignore his father, but it was obvious he now had a heavy weight on him.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Fessrin grinned darkly, "I've found you little girl." It had taken some time but he entered her dreams and he knew this was the thief he was looking for. He would be able to track where she went now, and soon they would meet for the first and last time.<br/><br/>__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Her words cut deep, Kryban thought about what she said. Was it selfishness to do what will help others survive regardless of how they would react to it? He hadn't just done so lightly, he thought about it, researched it, and eventually came to the conclusion it had to be done. He knew that it could have led to what happened, that fear was why he didn't say anything until later. If he had done it for the renewed body, it would have been selfish. If he did it because he thought his wife would leave him for not providing for the family, it would have been selfish. He did it for them, their well being, if she had their feelings of hatred towards monsters make her hate what he did, he couldn't help that, he only did what he had to for them, not himself. If he had done it for himself he wouldn't have continued providing for them even though she hated him now, he got nothing out of it, but that didn't matter to him.<br/><br/>Kryban's face had somehow gotten even paler, his eyes shining in a dazzling way. He was lost in thought, he was thinking about how he was surprised she didn't understand more. Being part human was no selfish act on her part, they hated her for something that couldn't be helped. It was awful for both of them, the prolinians' and his wife's acts were selfish, that hate was just easier for them than trying to think about how they were still people. Just another reason why he refused to be selfish as much as he could help it, so he disagreed with her about his actions before being selfish, he had to, otherwise he would just be miserable about it. he shook his head and tried to push his thoughts from it.<br/><br/>When she offered to let him drink some of her blood he was not only shocked but almost despised the idea. "I-i couldn't, not without giving you something in return. That's not how we do things, we don't just take, not anymore, we trade and make deals. You're already helping us track down the slavers, I appreciate your offer, but don't feel obligated to us, we're already helping each other out." He sighed, he didn't want to have to go back home early, there just wasn't a lot of options. "If it does come to my running out... I would desperately want to stay to help Torusk, so if it comes down to it, then maybe I'll figure something to repay you with." He wasn't sure though, drinking someone's blood straight from them was not something you did lightly, and in fact it was not something Kryban had ever done, unless you include from the vampire Carmichael in order to be turned. Taking someone's blood seemed like a selfish act to him, which is why he would only do it if it was adequately paid for in some way