Any dreams Wahida had were strange and disjointed.  They did not flow from one to the next, but instead jumped about chaotically.  Waking in the morning, Jonna was already up and about.  He moved around quietly as if not to wake Wahida, but like any old man, failed.<br/><br/>He apologized for waking Wahida and assured her that she could sleep longer if she needed, but he was due back at the front gates in a few hours, and she'd have to leave with him.  His face bore a sad, apologetic smile as he asked if there was anything else he could do for her before turning her out into the demon wastes.   If he sensed Wahida's dark intentions, he gave no clue of it.