She panted and swallowed hard, but when she felt his arm around and his hand on her neck in comfort she relaxed a little, but the tears fell without permission. She nodded and looked at him softly. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">Yes...i dreamed about my parents...they were praising me. Then I dreamed about my village, seeing it burning down, the people in it being taken and killed, my father's body and then the ogre. I dreamed about it all...</span>" she said with a quiver to voice. A painful scared quiver.<br/><br/>She leaned her head onto his shoulder and a tear fell onto his cool skin. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">They were proud of me...and told me to take care of myself...and you...</span>" she said gently. It was known that at times the deceased would come to people in their sleep at least once, and it seemed her parents had done that with her. She was still sleepy, but now she knew sleep wouldn't come.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #BF00BF">As for a drink, yes, I would appreciate one, thank you.. anything is fine.</span>" she said gently and pushed her hair back behind her ear. She sighed and looked down feeling ashamed for such a display.