[color=00B2EE]"Goodnight,"[/color] Elle bid him as he agreed with her statement and turned away. She hesitated for a moment, looking back at the fire for a second, inhaling deeply and closing her eyes for a moment. She could do this, she just had to keep her head. Especially with the help of her new friend, she would be okay, right? She was used to entering the unknown, she had grown up never resting her head in the same place twice. But this was different. As flexible as she could be and as much as she tried to roll with he punches, this had caught her completely off guard. Still, she was about to go and get guidance from people who knew what they were doing, and that was comforting at least.

She opened her eyes and exhaled softly, looking away from the flames flickering in the hearth. She wasn't sure how long she had been standing there, but Nil was long gone, and when she went out into the main hall, saw no sign of him. She approached the innkeeper and paid for her room, shuffling up the stairs and shutting the door behind her, immediately depositing her few belongings on a chair tucked in the corner. Her armor was dirty, but she was far too tired to do anything about it at the moment, and settled for discarding it on the floor and crawling directly into the bed. Her eyelids shut of her own accord, her heavy limbs pulling the covers up over her shoulder as she curled into a ball on her side. She was asleep before she could comprehend just how exhausted she was.

However, that didn't spare her from the dreams.

Though she didn't wake until morning, her sleep was plagued with strange and vivid dreams, all involving dragons in some way, shape, or form. The only one she would end up remembering had her standing atop a snow covered mountain int he middle of a raging storm, and before her, was the massive black dragon from Helgen. Whereas she had been terrified then, at that moment she felt no fear, staring back at its crimson, hate filled eyes. [color=ed1c24]"Zu'u los sarsan, Dovahkiin,"[/color] he hissed, the sound of his voice filling the air without having to even try to speak over the sound of howling wind, driving snow, and booming thunder. She couldn't comprehend what he had said, but there was something inside her that understood. He was waiting for her. Why, or what particular significance this dragon possessed, hopefully the Greybeards would be able to answer, but she understood that she was going to have to face him eventually.