Her sleep was disturbed by wonderful, happy memories of Amery in the days just before he left her and Raymond, as well as memories from the day she had met him. They were gentle, but mere wisps of dreams; every time Lhurriel reached for a memory, it disappeared in her grasp, pulling her into a different memory, a different dream.<br/><br/>It continued until dawn, and finally she fell into a more relaxed sleep. He was laughing, as usual - he above and she below in his bed, entangled in each other's arms and murmuring their thoughts as they rested together. She had always fallen asleep first, to the comforting feeling of his fingers sifting through her hair, tucking her closer to him as if he never wished to let her go. It was only in the privacy of his room that she ever showed him her weakest side - her need for him, her encompassing love, and the very great desire that he provoked in her. It was often only there, too, that Amery showed her a more serious side of him apart from Rogue business - his attachment to her, the equal pleasure he took in her innocent smiles and her breathy moans.<br/><br/>And then the mornings, when he tugged her close and gave her gentle waking kisses, warming her body to his touch... always waking to his warmth, even if the night before she had slept before he returned from his night's activities.<br/><br/>"Go 'way, Amery..." Her voice was muffled against his skin, still lost in dreams of a familiar past. Lhurriel barely stirred, except when his fingers danced their way down her back. And then she stretched against him with a soft whimper, eyes opening slightly. Her vision wavered before they focused on Amron, but it was a few more blinks before she was even half-conscious. "'Morning, Amron," she whispered, smiling up at him.