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She lead the way up to his bedroom and he followed behind her up the stairs, not yet sure how they would be sleeping together.

She yawned as she flopped onto the bed, wanting to sleep straight away. She yawned again, tired.

Nathaniel grabbed some pajamas and ducked into the bathroom to change. A moment later he emerged and turned off the lights, leaving the room dark except for a single night light shaped like the phial of Galadriel.

Isla had crawled under the covers while Nathaniel had changed, her shivering stopping from the warmth. She had fallen asleep relatively quickly, although she had a feeling she would have a nightmare or two.

Nathaniel scooted under the covers, careful not to wake her. As he pulled up the covers something twitched inside of him. Though the bed was big enough for two people he still felt her body pressing gently against his side. Unsure of the feelings inside of him he twisted and tried to fall asleep.

It was the middle of the night, but Isla was restless in her sleep. Her hand clutched the bed sheets, and she had a cold sweat on her forehead. If her eyes were open, they would have been glowing a scarlet red.

Nathaniel was woken by the twitching body next to him. "Isla? Are you awake?"

She didn't reply, too deep in her nightmare. Her eyes suddenly shot open, glowing a vivid scarlet red. She sat up quickly, breath heavy, eyes slowly fading back to their normal green and grey.

Nathaniel jumped. But seeing she was asleep he laid his hand on her head and stroked her hair till her breathing was easy again. His own breathing soon grew soft and steady, and soon, within a few minutes, Nathaniel too was fast asleep.

Once again, Isla returned to a nightmare. She sat up quickly in another cold sweat and got out of bed, sitting on the edge. Her heart was racing, and her hands were sweaty.

Nathaniel felt her body shifting and he began to wake. His eyes stayed closed but the rest of his senses were awake. "Isla?" he mumbled. "Is something wrong?"

She shook her head. "No, I…I just had a nightmare. I'm…fine, really. Go back to sleep."

His eyes opened. "Are you able to go back to sleep?"

"Yeah, I should be able to." She stood up, walking over to the door and opening it. "I'll come back in a few minutes."

"No need to leave," Nathaniel said. "You can stay with me."

"I'm not, I'm just going downstairs," She replied. "I'll be back. I'm not going anywhere."

"What is it you need?"

"I can find it," She said as she closed the bedroom door. She made her way downstairs and leaned against the kitchen counter, head in her hands.

Nathaniel sighed. The will for sleep washed over him bu he got out of bed and followed her quietly.

Isla felt the scar left by the bottle thrown by her dad, hands shaking. She loved her magic, but the worst part about it was that it often plagued her dreams.

Nathaniel watched quietly, deciding to do nothing for the time being.

Her hand glowed scarlet as she used it to shoot calming magic into her mind. It was the thing she did after every nightmare.

Nathaniel watched curiously but assumed this was normal activity.

She brought her hands down, coughing up spots of blood a few times. It was a normal occurrence: have a nightmare, using calming magic, cough up blood. She didn't know why it happened, but it had been happening so long that it was now normal.