"Isa." Ashir said, letting himself be led inside.<br/><br/>She wrapped around him. It really was like old times, the difference now that they were older, and the context much different. Not so long ago it had been him hold<em>her</em>. How many nightmares had she had? At one point it even became habit just to rest with one another, waiting out the cold of the night as they idly wondered if they would starve. How many of those nightmares back then had been a vision of the future? Each time, he had held her. When he was struck with fear he would try to bury himself in her arms.<br/><br/>That time wasn't now.<em>"Was it something about Arcil?"</em>he winced with his sister's words. Had they really drifted so much? Had it really been so long? Nightmares about dead men struck him every now and again, but he could handle those. He had always handled them away from his sister. He thought it was a burden he could never share: so he didn't. "No, sister. I... I think I've been attacked by some magical spell when I sleep. I keep dreaming the same things, and it's like I'm being pushed toward..." He chose his next words carefully. "...working for someone else. Then again, it could merely be a nightmare I keep having. I thought you would be the only one I could truly trust."<br/><br/>Ashir could smell her. She smelled just like in his dreams, when they were close. He sunk a little more into her arms, relaxing. That smell had never changed; not since they first joined the Guild. The dreams took from that memory. "I am sorry for not coming to see you more often. These dreams, and my work for the guild protecting you... Time has slipped between my fingers."