Night time was always the worst.

The shadows would play tricks on her eyes, twisted faces lurking in every shadow, every corner, waiting.

Closing her eyes only made it worse, because the faces became real and so alive, the worried and embarrassed Nessa, angry and disgusted Frex, and Melena...

The pained cries pierced her ears.

The only face she had ever wanted to see, the only face that had ever wanted to see her, and she would never see it again.

Her gentle sobs weren't silent enough, and a small white hand strokes her hair and softly begins to sing.