He gave her a shrug, since she apparently hadn't gotten his ability to kill anything they came across, and simply took a painkiller, and lightly dozed. He didn't sleep anymore, the same nightmare/dream/vision kept intruding, of him fighting dragons, Fae, humans, dwarves, and other, less easily identifiable races, and screaming for reinforcements and resupply that would never come. It always ended at the same point, a massive hydra of the five chromatic dragons suddenly lunging at him from behind while he fought three dragons and an inexhaustible supply of cannon fodder, a gorgeous red dragoness, a hulking black dragon, and a blue that didn't really seem to want to fight him.<br/><br/>Once he woke up, he simply shook off the dream, and got back to work. He had a massive number of things to do, and not nearly enough time to do half of them.