"Did you rest well, Temple?" Goose asked as he slowly reached over to grab one of her hands. "Conda told me about your adventures. I don't know why you broke the window since it made my room freezing cold. You were huddled up in a ball when I came to check on you. I brought you down here where it's warmer so you could sleep better. It's a good thing you woke when you did. Coral just finished making some soup. Would you like some?"<br/><br/>Goose wondered what her dream had been about it. Dream or nightmare, that is. She had obviously been cold since she had practically wrapped her entire body around his. Once again, she was reacting instead of acting. His first task, he realized, was to get her to calm down to a point where she could start talking to him about what was bothering her. Remember Conda's account of how she had acted downstairs, he decided to not mention their father until she brought him up.