Continuously being shushed and soothed, the Kelvic aided her in sitting him up. Sitting, he took the water and downed it in a few gulps. He shook his head at her offerance of tea, shook his head at her telling him he was in pain. He didn’t want even a little bit. Humming is disapproval of her offers, he closed his eyes and leaned into her, placing his head on her shoulder while his arms wrapped about her body tightly. Her words came to denote how horrible his dream sounded, asking for clarification on the lightning bit at the same time.

“No,” he said correcting himself and her, “it looked like you were struck by lightning but the wind swept you away first.” He swallowed and took a breath. “I was flying and then I saw two people on the ground. I couldn’t see who they were until I came down and, as I landed, after I shifted, the grass wrapped around my legs and I couldn’t move. They were two blobbing shadows and then they turned into you and Caesarion, they took on your shape. Then, you two started talking but I couldn’t hear you - I couldn’t hear anything! You two walked away after that. The wind was hurting me and the clouds were so black. The lightning hurt to look at and then the wind came and cut at my back, where I’m hurt now, and then you two were gone. Lightning struck where you two stood and then I woke up.”

It was horroring because Caesarion had essentially walked away from him. In his dream Elann had walked away with Caesarion and it communicated to Noah that she was walking away too, that he would lose her as well. It was terrifying because he already had lost one bondmate whom he thought he would have forever, and the thought of losing another was heart-wrenching. At the thought, at the recollection, he hugged her all the more.

“You can’t leave too,” he urged in a whisper.