Nightmares Take Us All

Soon enough the sun was rising as they continued along, picking through the various plants and ruins through the country side. They had camped rough the night before and so it was one of those things that Eithne was glad they were moving, the morning chill was enough to make her want to throw her bed roll back out and climb back inside and sleep for several more hours -- even if she was currently fighting the want to back Marc against a rock and ride him until thirst, hunger, or sleep came to claim her. Even as she tried to focus up on what he was telling her about the blight.

She had seen it before, she knew she had, from what he was describing, just, bits and pieces were hard to put together for her at times. She knew things, she wasn't dumb, but she felt like it when the past twenty years of her life felt like a waking dream. At least now felt real, the past ten, that she had been trying to be better, they were clearer, but the hazy fog that had been her time running and hunting, well.. she leaned into the squeeze as she rounded a block on the path, the rubble there pushing her closer into his side than she realized at the moment.

Bed, beer, warm food, a bath, Maker I'd kill for a bath right about now. His addition registered and she nodded, once, hesitantly, and then again, more resolute this time. Marc, I'm very sure that without you I would have done something drastic and would no longer be a part of this world. I can't think of anyone else I'd want to go running around the wilds with, share a camp with, or a bath tub in an inn with. Separately, of course, I'm not going to press my luck again this soon. She gave him a playful wink, feeling much more herself now that the horror of the dream and waking up like they had was starting to feel more like a hazy memory, and not their reality just a few hours back.

@Marcellus Fontana