all of the strangers are gone

It's strange - usually if Sunjata insists on being fine after one of the nightmares he frequently has, Isla has good reason to believe otherwise. This time, though, the sneer and the mild annoyance in his voice throws her off, and she tilts her head curiously at the same time as she reaches out as if to smooth the dragonscale off his arm. "You just got murdered," she repeats, trying and failing to hide the small smile that flashes across her lips. "Gods, tell me everything. I'll write it down and when we're near the end of the book, we can cross-reference your dream to see if you were right." Properly smiling now, she gives him a cursory glance over to check he really is alright before settling back against the headboard. "Sorry it gave you bad dreams, for what it's worth. I don't think it even got to any particularly bad parts just yet." ISLA