Lauralye gave him a tired smile, "It is nice," She said quietly in agreeance. She lay there for a moment before looking at him, "I'm scared," she confessed to him.

Her eyes searched his face slightly, "What... what if the demons attack me again... What if they hurt you?" She shook her head, "Why did they even try to kill me?" Her eyebrows knitted together under the cloth on her forehead, "I'm not to going to run my country... Why not my father... or David? I... don't get it," She said quietly. Her hand wrapped around his wrist slightly tighter as she worried.