Falling into relief, Noah closed off his bond slowly. It was more than likely that if Elann was awake she would’ve felt the terror in the nightmare and the deep panic in the Kelvic’s heart. As she was not, it was doubtful much was felt aside from the last bits of terror before the bond fell quiet. Aimee decided to stay with him, much to his relief, and both of the Kelvics turned their heads to view Elann as she shifted beside Noah. Aimee nodded at the Benshira’s words, voicing that Noah had a nightmare and that it was over. The wolf also restated the caravan had ceased its travel for the night and that the tents were going to be put up, also that dinner would be prepared soon.

“I can help you put the tent up,” Aimee said to the Benshira. “If you want, that is.” 

Noah had asked her to stay so she assumed that it meant stay around the camp and not directly with him. Hopefully he would groggily go back to sleep, but as she peered at him it became apparent that his fright had effectively shaken him awake.

There was a dull pain in Noah’s side still, the medicine still in effect if only barely. It seemed his nightmare had woken him up midway through the drug’s passage through his system. It remained and his body was still relaxed because of it. Yet, his head was whirling and his eyes were alert, moreso than they had been in the past few days. To him, the nightmare was all too vivid to not continually play over in his head. It wasn’t often that he had dreams, given the lightness of his usual sleep, but this one was far too deep to escape the dream realm he was seemingly sucked in.

He took a breath to steady himself, forsaking his wounds for mental stability. The breath was let out raggedly because of the expanding of his cage against the stitches, but it was well worth it. As he looked between the two women, the side of his face on the edge of the pillow, he thought on his dream and wondered what truth it held within.