The night was silent, everything sinking into a deep slumber, even Elanor had fallen into a deep state of calmness. Cuddled into protective arms, Elinor finally allowed herself to succumb to rest, to recover her wary and tired mind. Aeolian on the other hand, had a troubled night. There were short periods of time where he would actually fall asleep, those moments broken with nightmares and heavy thoughts.
How can something seemingly so simple - he did not even know how to continue this thought he had, there were no words to explain what he felt. There was trouble, there was worry and so much more he could not speak out. In a way he thought it was unfair. Why him?Why like this?
When morning came and the first rays of light entered the bedroom, Elanor started to come back to her senses.
