Strangely, this time it was Vesna's turn to be plagued by nightmares in her sleep. In Garanth's arms she mostly slept warmly and in comfort, but later into the night she began twitching delicately as her sleep was filled with shapeless horrors. Her craft and her duty never really bothered her, she rarely had bad dreams. But perhaps she had been more worried for Garanth's life than she had ever expressed. Watching him breathe erratically as blood seeped from his wounds was not something she was used to. Usually he was awake, complaining, and glaring at the wounds he sustained, no matter how serious they were. And so, when Vesna awoke, it was with a sudden small gasp as her hand spasmodically reached up to grip the strong arm curled about her waist. There was a tense stillness as she held her breath until Garanth shifted and she released it in a sigh of relief. 

She released a quiet groan and quickly shifted around in Garanth's arms so she could kiss his chest and reach up for his lips and press into his beard with a slight sense of desperation in her actions. It was odd for her to be so effected by dreams, her body still shaking slightly. However Garanth would not know that such fitful sleeping tended to increase whenever he left for war or some other reason. She didn't like to admit that his absence had become a burden to her.