Noah shook his head at her still. He didn’t want his dream discounted as ‘just a bad dream’ or be told that it was meaningless. To him, it meant everything, it meant a great deal. As he loved Caesarion, and still did in his heart somewhere, he loved Elann and to witness them both walk away and to miss their words because of his senses failing him, senses he cherished so dearly, felt as if he was missing something as well. With both of them, he couldn’t hear their words and couldn’t see their true forms. Whatever it meant, the tacit symbols were jarring to him.

Elann’s body being on his was comforting to the Kelvic. Her petting, emotions, and gentle voice, even if they didn’t say the words he wanted to hear, were comforting. He felt her pull away and felt the hand on his hot head. Pressing, he looked up and met her eyes. She reassured him she was there, smiling in his face of despair. His already pained faced deepened in the opposite intended reaction. Having an adverse reaction to her flowing love, playfulness, and nudging, he felt undeserving given his actions in the nightmare preceding this one.

“In my dreams, I betrayed you,” he confessed pitifully. “I was with him after our fight and… and…” The Kelvic’s words failed him as his throat caught. The surge  of emotion and the welling in his chest caught him off guard. He swallowed over the lump and took a sputtering breath. “We did things that I’m only supposed to do with you. I didn’t stop myself… it kept going until I woke up.”

He looked at her with his burning eyes, feeling a tear spill over and stroll down his cheek. His chest was tight again and it ached, not only because of the need to fold and cry under his overwhelming sense of guilt, but because his wounds were irritated by the upheaval is lungs were doing against the stitches, expanding, contracting, and shuddering with breaths.