"I am concerned about her nightmares." "Nightmares? What nightmares?" Asterion asked, sitting up. "She shouldn't have—" "I'm right here," I murmured, too tired to put up more of a fuss. "I agree. She should be safe here. I think they are Birsha's doing," Laszlo said. "She shouldn't sleep alone." "A-Alone? She is meant to be free here," Asterion stammered through the words.
