Cupping her cheek with his right hand, Kyrian laid a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Easy,” he whispered, “I’m not doubting you a bit. We both have to learn to live under these new circumstances.” His mind was still swirling from the loss of blood, so Kyrian sat down on the dewy forest floor. Tugging on Cyri’s hand, Kyrian hoped she would join him. The sun was full and bright, but he knew that it wouldn’t affect her, being that she was a daywalker. Leaning back he enjoyed the hushed breeze and warming sun. What a night, he thought. All I want to do is sleep, right here, right now.

Meanwhile, Zephyra groaned in her sleep. Shifting restlessly she jolted upright, gasping for air. Pressing her hands to her head she felt the sticky, slick signs of sweat. I have a fever again. With a half growl, half moan, she tossed the blankets away from her. How kind of them to bring me blankets, but I’m just too hot. Zephyra felt weak like a newborn foal, and slowly clambered to her unsteady feet. Her legs wobbled as if they might give-out at any moment, but she had an extreme urge to move around. Placing her hand on the unfamiliar wall, and after glancing around she noted that she was in a stall, Zephyra made her slow way to the door. Peering around the corner, she saw Adrik sitting beside the next door. He looked forlorn, but, as if sensing her, he looked up and motioned for her to join him. “No, I can go back to sleep.” She protested.

“Come, I won’t bite.” He said with a mildly teasing tone, “Besides, I would like the company.”

Meandering over, Zephyra plopped down with a huff. Leaning against the solid wall, she was thankful of its silent support.

“Not feeling well?” he asked softly.

With a slight pause, Zephyra answered honestly, “I have a fever again, well, at least I think I do.” She jumped when his hand rested on her shoulder. Turning to look at him, she tensed when he wrapped it around the back of her neck.

“I won’t bite,” he teased with hidden malice. Adrik decided to chant in his mind. It was just as strong, but it felt more natural to let the words grow and die on his lips. But I don’t want to cause anymore suspicion. His hand began to glow, and his mind created the healing verses. Keye’la’le’Mayhei-O’hane’Rik. When he spoke, his voice was deep and hoarse, “Better?”

Cyri Sat with him and closed her eyes, basking in the sun. Of cousre, she couldn't get warm. No matter how long she sat in the sun. her pale cold skin just glittered faintly, like uncut diamonds. She sighed. "Sorry Kyrian. i should of contorlled myself." She said, embarr*censored*ed.

~

When Silent awoke, he was confused. Where was he? He felt a grip on his hand and he reacted without thinking. He jumped out of bed and flung into a defensive crouch, hissing, his fangs sliding out. It took him a few minutes to reconize Lyora. When he did, he slumped back to the bed, stunned by what he had done. He turned away from her. "I'm sorry, Lyora...." he whispered hoarsely.

"No!" Trinity gasped, suddenly waking up. Her hand clutched at her neck where she had been so sure that she had felt fangs pierce it just a moment before. Her face that already was pale on a normal day-to-day basis was now white as a sheet. Her hands shook. It took her a second to realize where she was as well. It was a dream. Just a dream. Calm down. But it was impossible. Why had she dreamed of that particular night now? 

Then she noticed Adrik and Zephyra-- Zephyra had finally woken up. Trinity realized that they must have heard her wake- she had spoken aloud after all.

“Sorry,” she said. She had wanted her voice to come out reas-suring and strong but it came out fragile and shaken.