Shie, who had slept in the bed by his side for days, running the Inn as little as she could, moaned as he woke again. She'd endured his flailing, his moans, his frequent screams that made no sense. That were in a language she couldn't begin to understand.<br/><br/>Now that he was actually awake, she assumed it was another effect of his dream and reached out to push him down. All she wanted was a bit of uninterrupted sleep.<br/>