TamLin glanced over at Blazil after a moment and was surprised to learn that she was fast asleep. “I think it has been a long day for her,” she whispered, smiling. She went through and tucked in a few of the more restless children.<br/><br/>Marcus explained to John what the money was about, and that the three of them were leaving to help Blazil. “That should last you for the time we are gone. If it doesn’t, explain the situation to some of the older children. The ones who would understand better. I taught Mel a bit of hunting. Do what you need to in order to keep them healthy.” He smiled and squeezed John’s shoulder affectionately before joining TamLin to say goodnight to some of the kids. John went down one of the thinner parts of the cave system to a different room, taking a lantern with him. After the children were fast asleep, TamLin retired to a cot in the room with them, and Marcus joined John in the other room. TamLin fell asleep quickly, but Marcus stayed awake for a time, listening to the echoes of breathing in the cave and thinking about the road ahead until sleep took him.<br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br/>Aria was shocked when Scholar appeared and pulled her from the bed. He mentioned that she could get burned and explained that these nightmares apparently used to be a common thing. She watched the interaction with an expressionless face, trying not to smile at the tone between the two.<br/><br/>“I thought the way I reacted to nightmares was extreme,” Aria said, her tone light and joking. Then her face and tone sobered. “Will the both of you be alright?” She asked, looking between Scholar and Phoenix. She was worried about Scholar’s burn, and about how the nightmare would bother Phoenix. She held out her hands and let her magic move across the bed, picking up the pieces of burnt sheets with her air and letting them fall into her cupped hands. “And where should I put these?” Sheets and blankets were a luxury, not a necessity, to Aria. The fact they were burnt would not stop her from sleeping, but she didn’t know what the proper way to handle burnt bedding was. At least not here, in someone else’s home.