So this fic isn't a few days or months late on an update… it's a few years. You can skip my intro and go straight to the update if you want. I understand, no harm and no foul.

I'm not going to fully explain, but I will give you very patient and lovely people a summary. Iwas depressed when I started writing this fc. In fact, i began writing it as a way to cope. Then I got help, and then I lost the help and stopped doing much of anything, including writing this fanfic, or anything else. I then worked through my depression, mostly on my own, but with my family now helping and building me up. Rebuilt my life, went back to school. started a new career path, helped my family through some medical crisises (last year I had to be the stable person whereas 2015-2016 and one month of 2017 I was not stable at all,) and moved to start graduate school and my new job.

I am in a much better place and I honestly needed that time in order to work everything out and learn how to function with this issue. However, I feel insanley guilty that this never got finished.

I have to rewrite the ending as I lost those files in my roughly) four moves in the past 2.5 years. But I WILL finish this! I owe that to you wonderful readers, and to these characters! Thank you for your patience.

Story starts under this line

Frey watched helplessly as the airship was swept up in gale force winds. She could hear the crew yelling, trying vainly to keep the ship in the air. Frey felt something snap as she saw the figure of a person be thrown from the helm. She glared at the monster occupying Ventuswill's body and picked the unbroken of her two blades, charging with the last of her energy.

Ethelberd lazily flicked Venti's tail, blocking Frey's attack, and before she could regained her balance Ethelberd reached forward with one of the Native Dragon's talons and knocked the Earthmate over, and pinned Frey down on her stomach. As she struggled against his talon he laughed, and the ship began to sink out of view.

"Come now Earthmate! If they are so precious to you, then why don't you protect them?" He howled manically as part of the still visitable airship began to catch fire in front of them. "That's right! Because you can't! You couldn't even save the Holy Dragon as she suffered in front of you!"

Frey tried to push herself up, but Ethelberd pushed hard on her back, causing her to cry out at the crushing pain. "Don't push yourself dear little Frey!" He laughed a bit as Ventuswill's talons began to cut into her shoulder. "Just stay here and enjoy the show!" Frey breathed heavily, trying to not show how much pain she was in. "I want you to see me destroying everything precious to you, one by one!" He moved the talons slightly, causing them to rip part of her skin. Frey screamed as Ethelberd laughed.

"Come now, surely you are more resilient than that! Even the white haired one lasted longer when we killed your tribe! You can last longer than him!" Frey didn't know what the monster meant, but felt her blood run cold as she heard those words. Ethelberd moved Ventuswill's face down next to the girl's as the empire began to descend closer to Selphia. "You will witness the blood of your friends' rain down on the streets. You will see them as they come to greet their master, only to have her cut them all down! You will pay for every humiliation I endured with each of their lives! Then, when I am done with them, you will pay with your own!"

The pressure on her back and shoulder returned, far worse than before, and Frey felt herself falling into to the pain while Selphia set fire before her eyes.

"PRINCESS!"

Frey jolted and found herself now on her back with a a shadow looming over her. She screamed and raised her hand, shouting out the first spell that came to her mind. The shadow yelled and a moment later another figure came crashing over her, holding down her shoulders and laying on top of her.

"Frey it's us!" The figured bellowed in high pitched voice. "Frey snap out of it!" Frey tried to regain control of herself, vaguely thinking she might know the voice, but then she remembered - Ethelberd's was still here! She had to stop him! She kicked at the person- she had to get away- she had to save everyone! They were going to be killed if she didn't!

"Frey!" The person let go of her shoulder and slapped her face. "Wake up!"

Everything stopped moving, and slowly the world focused around her. Clorica was laying on top of her, holding her down so she wouldn't hurt herself. Vishnal was off to the side, waving his arm as the sleeve to his pajamas smoked from where she had set him on fire. Frey looked at Vishnal as he slowly put the last of the flames out and began to feel how heavily she was breathing. Clorica slowly backed off of her and looked at the green haired girl cautiously.

"Frey?"

Before Frey could manage any words small hot tears began to well up in her eyes and Clorica immediately reached forward and pulled Frey up into a hug. Frey clung onto her friend and began to sob violently as Clorica held her and whispered soothingly to her. Vishnal looked on helplessly, wishing to know what he could do. After a few moments Frey started to calm down enough to choke out apologies between sobs.

"Princess," Vishnal said, coming over and putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "You have nothing to be sorry about." Frey turned her tear laden eyes to look blurrily at him, only to spot the burn mark on his sleeve. Her breathing hitched and Vishnal quickly tried to hide his arm from view. "Ah! it was an accident! I know you didn't mean to-"

"I c-could have, could have- ki-killed you! " Frey sobbed causing Clorica to tighten her grip.

"Frey it's okay."

"N-No," Frey said pushing the female butler away. "It- it's not." She took deep shaky breaths, trying desperately to regain control. Clorica and Vishnal shared a look as the girl started to breath a bit steadier.

Finally, Vishnal asked. "Frey... what happened?"

"I was, I was- reliving the battle." Frey wiped her eyes and looked over at the two exhausted. "Same as, as, always..."

"You haven't had a nightmare that bad in almost a whole season." Vishnal said nervously. "Do you think the attack today brought it on?"

"Pro-probably."

"I think I should get Doctor Jones." Clorica said seriously. She tensed, waiting for Frey's normal angry reaction. However, instead of snapping at Clorica, Frey seemed to shrink into herself a little. "Frey, you know I'm right...please."

"I'll...I'll go t-talk to him tom-tomorrow." Frey agreed. "I'm so-so sorry Vishnal."

The male came over and gave the girl a hug, "It's fine... I just wish I could help more."

Forte nervously looked at the tall blue haired dwarf in front of her as he processed what she had told him.

"You're pregnant?" She nodded and Bado leaned back in his chair and scratched his beard. "With Leon's baby?" Forte nodded again, trying to gauge his reaction. "And he's going to marry you?"

"That is our plan, yes. We are going to wait until we can plan some sort of ceremony and have everyone adjust. However, we want to hold the service before I, er, get too big." Bado continued to stare down the knight, and she held his gaze.

"I see." He gave a small sigh and looked at Forte with a frown. "You screwed up kid, you know that?"

"I beg your pardon?" Forte said taken aback.

"The town's defenses are really low right now, and you got yourself taken off of the action list. I'll have to get put back on it now. Not to mention you'll have to rush everything to get the ceremony ready in time, and it will be expensive." He looked over to his safe in the corner and sighed. "I'll have to help pay, of course. Promised your dad I would."

"You promised him what?"

"I promised your Dad I would help you with your ceremony. You and Kiel, I told him I'd help with the weddings… Kiel, he's going to be mad."

"He already is." Forte admitted.

"Ah. It's probably best you told him first." Forte blushed and Bado's eyes widened. "You didn't tell him?"

"No, unfortunately he overheard Nancy tell me the news. He punched Leon in the face." Forte fidgeted a bit and looked down at her lap helplessly, "He didn't come home last night either. Blossom sent Doug to tell me that he was staying at their shop."

Bado shook his head and got up and walked over and put a consoling hand on Forte's shoulder. "You both had that coming." The older man sighed in a resigned fashion as he scratched his beard, "I suppose if Kiel already got some licks in, I should hold off."

"Yes, you should!" Forte snapped. "Leon is already dodging attacks from Dolce - and I'm sure by the time I leave here Meg will be joining her- I don't want him beat up! I did this too!"

Bado raised an eyebrow at the knight, "How many people know?"

"Too many." Forte put a hand on her forehead, massaging her temple. "Frey, Amber, Kiel and Dolce all overheard me being told. Then Kiel yelled at Leon in front of Arthur and Dylas... I'm assuming Blossom and Doug will know now... By the end of lunch, I would be very surprised if everyone didn't know."

Bado gave her shoulder a squeeze, "You have to deal with the consequences Forte. This is part of it."

"Yes, but I would rather not have my fiancé getting attacked all the time!"

"Part of the consequences." Bado said in the same blunt tone. "This is no different than me hitting the red and dealing with you. Leon and you had sex, made a baby, and people are gonna talk. That's just how it is." He shrugged. "In a few days people will settle down, but you have to put up with the initial shock. You'll also have to deal with Kiel being mad for a little while. He'll give in eventually, but he'll need time to adjust."

"...You are being far too mature. It's unsettling."

"Are you going to have bridesmaids? If so, I think you should make them buy their own dresses." Bado inquired, not commenting on the comment. "Oh, hey! I have some chain-mail I need to get rid of! Have them wear those!... Although they would be pretty see through. Might take away from the bride."

"I'm feeling settled again." Forte bluntly stated her hand inching towards her blade. Bado chuckled nervously and quickly began to change the conversation to flowers and tablecloths.

Xiao Pai looked ahead determinedly as she marched through the streets of Selphia towards the restaurant. Frey noticed her and waved. "How are you doing Xiao?"

"I cannot speak. I am on a mission."

Frey blinked in surprise. "Okay then." Xiao could feel the girl staring at her before she decided to follow. "Do you need help with anything?" Frey panted a bit as she tried to keep up. "Xiao could you slow down a little?"

"No, if I am to slow down I may lose my nerve, yes? I must not lose it." Xiao stopped suddenly outside of the entrance to the restaurant. Frey gave a small yelp as she barely avoided running into the her. "..." She took deep breath and opened the door determinedly.

Doug was sitting at a table close to the door with Kiel, eating lunch and looking a little awkward. Xiao took a deep breath and made her way over Doug.

"I have thought about it."

Doug and Kiel both gave startled yelps before they noticed Xiao Pai standing net to thm. Doug blinked in confusion as Xiao looked at him determinedly. "Xiao Pai? You thought about- Wait, uh... Hello?" Kiel looked over to where Frey was standing behind the girl, and she gave the scholar a confused shrug.

"Ah, yes. Perhaps it would have been better for me to start with that." Xiao Pai apologized with her cheeks going red."Hello Doug. I wish to talk about what you said yesterday."

"Oh-Okay." The dwarf began to get up and looked around. "Do you want to go somewhere?"

"I want to date you." Doug stopped mid way out of chair and looked at the Xiao Pai in shock. "I thought about what you said yesterday about me being beautiful... and no one has really told me that before." Her face grew redder as she determinedly pressed on, "I thought over what it could mean all night. I tossed and turned- I ended up knocking into my dresser and Leon came in to make sure I was okay- but I thought greatly about what you said..." Xiao took a deep breath and smiled a little. "And I was very happy that you had said it. I would very much like for you to say it again and I would like to tell you how handsome you are. Will you date me?"

Doug stared at the girl, his face slowly turning a color similar to his hair. Finally, after opening and closing his mouth a few times, he gave a small nod. "Sure- I... I would like that."

Xiao Pai smiled happily. "Good." She looked around her then and observed her audience. "Ah... Perhaps I should not have done this in such a crowded place?"

Frey giggled slightly and put a hand on the girl's shoulder. "I think it was sweet how you did it in front of everyone." Xiao blushed harder and Doug scratched his neck embarrassed. "Why don't you two eat over here together? Kiel can you help me bring this basket upstairs?" Frey said with a smile towards the younger boy.

"Huh? Oh... Yeah, sure." He put down his fork and got up. "You can sit here Xiao Pai... I was done anyway."

"I was not meaning to knock you out of your seat."

Kiel managed a smile and waved off the comment. "It's fine. Besides, don't you two need to figure out nicknames and stuff?" the new couple looked away embarrassed as Kiel left the table to help Frey.

Frey shook her head as Kiel followed her over towards the staircase to the apartments upstairs. "Thanks Kiel." She handed him a bottle of milk and adjusted her grip on the basket. "It's actually kind of hard to carry this stuff without straining my stitches."

"No problem," He looked at the stuff and smiled. "Are you bringing Dylas a picnic lunch?"

Frey beamed, "Yes I am! I know he was planning to do something like this for me today, but since he can't really get out of bed, I thought I'd do something nice for him." She hummed happily and looked over at the subdued boy, who didn't really comment on her plans. "Are you okay?"

"Not really." Kiel admitted. "I'm staying at Doug's right now... I can't... I can't look at Forte." Frey gave a small "ah" as the continued up the stairs. It was quiet between them, Kiel's words hanging in the space around them, until the reached the landing. Frey grabbed his arm, made him stop. Kiel looked over at Frey and realized she wanted to talk to him about it. " I don't- it's not… I look at my sister and, I just get so mad! I don't like being mad at her, but she and Leon-" He growled a little. "I just can't believe them!"

"So, avoiding them is the answer?"

"Maybe... I just don't know how to feel about this whole thing." Kiel leaned against the wall and frowned, "They snuck around behind my back, and they lied to me. I specifically asked them a few days ago if she was pregnant and she said no."

"To be fair she didn't know a few days ago."

Kiel glared at Frey. "Are you defending them?"

"Not at all." Frey shook her head and touched his shoulder with her left arm as she leaned against the wall next to him. "I do understand the temptation being there though." Kiel raised an eyebrow and Frey's face flushed a little, "Look, it happens. And… when your around someone you love and the adrenaline from all this stuff… It's-well, you want to let the other person know you're there. You want to know they aren't going to disappear and it's, well, tempting. Look," she turned to face him better and give him a look, "Forte and Leon made a mistake. Being continuously mad at them isn't going to change that. All it's going to do is make them, especially Forte, feel isolated. I am very mad at them," Fry assured him, "I'm mad they didn't tell any of us they were dating, I'm mad that Leon gave a lecture to me and Dylas about chastity in his time, and I'm mad that they weren't more honest with you.

Forte gave a soft smile and nudged Kiel with her shoulder, "But, I'm also really excited to see a baby soon! I'm happy that I can be here to spoil them, I'm happy you get to be the great Uncle you will be!" She smiled mischievously, "And to be honest, I really want to know if it's going to have fox ears when it's born." Frey beamed as Kiel's mouth twitched.

"I wondered about that too." Kiel's small smile faded as he sighed and looked off grumpily. "I know what you're saying... but I'm not ready to be around them yet... but maybe tomorrow I'll go talk to them about stuff."

Frey smiled, "That's a good idea..." She looked down the hall and looked at Kiel. "You know, I bet I can carry this the rest of the way myself. Thanks though."

"No problem!" Kiel smiled and went to move downstairs. "you know, I think I'm gonna go hang out with Amber for a bit- let her know she was right."

"Oh?" Frey inquired as she adjusted her grip on her goodies, "Right about what?"

Kiel smiled a bit as he reached the bottom of the steps, "We had a bet going on when Doug and Xiao Pai would start dating!"

"Oh that." Frey shook her head, "You know, you two ended up starting a betting pool in town." She cringed a bit as she continued, "I think we all Jones and Arthur a small fortune."

Kiel laughed and walked downstairs, and Frey smiled as she continued on her way to see her boyfriend. She was glad she helped Kiel at least feel momentarily better. At least she could still help someone.

At that thought a weight hit her chest and she struggled to move her wrist with her watch on it to check the time. She only had about two hours now until she her appointment with Jones about her nightmares. Her stomach felt like ice had placed in it, but she shook her head to clear away those thoughts. She wasn't going to focus on that. She was going to have a good lunch with her boyfriend, and maybe, just maybe, get through a whole meal without Arthur or Porcoline eavesdropping on them.

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Frey cursed as she tried to keep the woman's arm off of her throat. Despite being stronger than the woman she was having trouble.

"Ah!"

Frey's eyes darted over to where Dylas was and saw him stepping backwards as the other mercenary managed to land a hit on him. Before she could process this, she felt a small shift, then then world was spinning, and she was rammed against the floor. Air whooshed out of her lungs from the force of the impact, and before she could regain any air the axe handle slammed against her throat.

Spots formed in her vision as she tried to draw in breath. She raised her arms in a vain attempt to move the other woman off her, but her arms couldn't quiet reach her shoulders. Something warm moved down her arm, sapping the little energy she had from that limb, and the spots grew bigger. She heard another noise and saw a dark mass fall to the ground next to her. Two voices laughed, and the laughter began to rumble.

The axe left her throat and talons now pinned her on her back. She gasped and tried vainly to push them off as her vision came flooding back. Ethelberd loomed over her, Ventuswill at his side, holding her down, staring at her in disdain, as she tried to free herself.

"You can't protect anyone." Ethelberd's voice seemed to loom in her ear despite his distance from her. She worriedly glance at him as he began to glow blue and morph with Ventuswill, "You couldn't stop her death!" Ventuswill roared as he used her head to turn Frey's to the side and take in the mass next to her. Frey screamed, her blood running cold as Dylas's lifeless eyes met hers.

"You won't stop this!" He picked Frey up in the air with the claw she had been pinned with and Frey saw a boy with purple eyes and silver hair staring back sadly at her, blood on his temple, transparently hanging in the sky. "You will never remember who this is!"

"You have failed Earthmate! You have failed!" The sky around her roared as Ethelberd swung her up higher. "You have failed and now-" the world rushed past her as he threw her towards the ground as hard as Ventuswill's body would allow, "You die!"

"AH!" Frey bolted upright an shielded her face from the ground that was coming to meet her. After a moment she realized she had not been slammed down, and she was sitting in her warm bed. She slowly lowered her arms and saw everything in her room exactly as it had been before she went to sleep. The moonlight crept through her window on her door, illuminating the entire place in detail. Nothing was out of place.

Frey loosened her death grip on her sheets and looked at the small bottle of medicine on her nightstand. She picked it up and read the back of the bottle intently. Jones had warned her that it might not work in subduing her dreams but had failed to mention the chance of making them worse. Anger bubbled up in her chest, and she threw the bottle against the opposing wall just as Volkanon raced into the room wielding his sword, Vishanl and Clorica hot on his heels.

"Frey are," he trailed off slightly as he looked at the shattered bottle. "…I suppose the medicine didn't work." Frey took a deep breath and held up her blanket, showing a small rip she had caused. "I see…" Volkanon motioned for Vishnal and Clorica to leave as he slowly approached the bed. "Is there anything I can do?"

"No." Frey said the word in a huff and looked over to her rug, a small red stain on the far corner, a tribute to her and Dylas's fight with the mercenaries. A tribute to her failing to protect the person she cared about. She swallowed and swung her legs off the bed and grabbed for her slippers. "I have to go." She threw her shoes on and took another deep deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She rubbed her face and pulled back her hand noticing it was wet. She was crying. She tried to steady her breathing and stop the tears but found she couldn't. The strange boy and Dylas's dead body haunted her too much.

Volkanon slowly made his way over and cautiously put a hand on Frey's shoulder, "May I ask where you need to go?"

"I-I…" She sucked in one more breath, and looked at her mentor as seriously as she could. "I need to see… to see, that Dylas…." She felt sick as Dylas's blank stare flashed into her mind. She squeezed her eyes shut and trying to get the image to go away, but it stayed fixed in her mind. Volkanon didn't say anything as she began to cry harder, her head now buried in her hands.

"I will escort you." He tightened his grip for a moment and slowly walked towards Frey's wardrobe. "Allow me to fetch you a robe or coat." She hiccupped slightly and tried to steady her breathing.

However, the image of Dylas would not fade. Panic engulfed her as his lifeless eyes stared at her mind's eye. She had to know he was okay. She couldn't wait. Frey sprinted out of her door and across her fields before Volkanon turned around, "Wait! Miss Frey!" She ignored the head butler as she bolted up the stairs at the end of her fields and leapt into the streets. She made a hard right and raced for the door she knew would be open.

She all but threw opened Arthur's door and raced past his desk, with him asleep at it, as she climbed the stairs. Volkanon appeared as she reached the landing, but he stayed by the doorway as she went up the rest of the way.

Finally, she made it to Dylas's door and went to swing it open- but her senses finally caught up with her. She stared at the door, breathing heavily while tears still flowed down her cheeks. She was being crazy. Dylas was fine. He had an injured leg, but he wasn't dead. She stared at the doorknob. She should just go back downstairs and leave... But she knew if she didn't see for herself that Dylas was okay she was going to panic and would never be able to sleep. She could open the door, look in, and then head back to the castle. Slowly she opened the door.

Dylas was sitting up in bed reading the book Frey had given him earlier during their picnic. He glanced up and stared in shock at his girlfriend in her pajamas. Frey froze like a woolly caught in a night torches glow, and tried to keep from sighing in relief. She had expected him to be sleeping, and to see him staring at her awake, while it reassured her, was highly embarrassing.

"Frey? What are you doing here?" He looked at the clock on his desk and frowned. "It's one in the morning!"

She gazed at him, trying to keep a handle on her emotions,"Why are you up?"

"I couldn't sleep. Why are you here?"

"I, well, I er..." Frey willed her brain to think of a logical reason she'd be in here and noticed the picnic basket she brought over early sitting next to Dylas's bed. "the, uh, the food! " Dylas stared and Frey coughed into her hand, "The food I brought earlier- I noticed some of my bread was, uh, moldy and I wanted-wanted to make sure I didn't feed you poison by mistake."

Dylas stared harder at the girl. "You found moldy bread at one in the morning?"

"Um..." Frey trailed off as Dylas's eyes took in her face, noticing the tear tracks and the slight red around her eyes. He frowned and slowly closed his book, worry clear through his expression. Frey felt her eyes began to prickle again at the look Dylas was giving her. "No." before she could stop herself her hands were on her eyes as tears began to fall.

"Frey!" Dylas tossed his book away and made his way to the edge of his bed.

"Don't- you" She choked on her words slightly as she tried to get out a coherent sentence, "You're leg!"

"You're more important!" he snapped getting up and wobbling over slightly. He grabbed her shoulder and looked down at her. "Frey what's wrong?"

Dylas began to navigated them over to his bed. As he made her sit down Frey managed to hang her head lower in shame. "I had, had, had a-a nightmare. And in it... you... you were..."

"Frey?" Dylas sat next her and tightened his grip on her shoulder.

Before she could stop herself Frey let out a howl and launched over and grabbed Dylas around his waist, squeezing him tightly. She bawled into his chest, and grabbed him as tightly as she could. Dylas froze for a moment, but then he awkwardly put his arms around her and hugged her back.

"Frey, it's okay." He talked into her hair as she cried, "It's okay… we're okay."

"You- You weren't!" her body shook as she tried to explain. "You were killed! And, and I- I… I," She cried louder than before.

Dylas stayed quiet but held onto her as she sobbed. He rocked slightly, remembering when Porcoline had done that when Meg had broken down after Ventuswill's death, not really sure what else he could do. Eventually, Frey's bawling slowed to sobs, and then tears. When it calmed to the point that she could breath she began talking again.

"You were killed by, by, that red headed bitch – and, and I couldn't stop -then that white haired boy was there and… and he was so sad… and I don't know who he-he is! I don't- I can't… but Ethelberd did and-and-and," A sob racked through her body again as she reburied her face into her boyfriend's chest.

"I don't know- know what to do Dally! Ventuswill, the Earthmates, you," she chocked slightly as she continued, "Every-everyone near me gets hurt! I-I even attacked Vishnal when I had a night-nightmare!" She cried louder and Dylas felt his heartbreaking. "I can't- I can't do this anymore Dally! I can't keep failing! I don't want to lose anyone else!"

"You won't." Dylas tightened his grip on her, "Frey you can't blame yourself for any of this. You weren't the reason for Ventuswill's death- Ethelberd was! Ethelberd attacked the other Earthmates, not you! And as for me- I got hurt making sure the person I love most in the world wasn't hurt by the damn psychos that were under Ethelberd's employment and following his last wishes!" He pushed Frey back away from him slightly so he knew she could see his face. "Not one of these things is your fault!" Frey's eyes were swollen from crying and her face was blotchy. He reached up and grabbed her face and tried desperately to let his love for her be felt. "You saved Selphia both times that the Sech's attacked. You saved Norad by taking back the rune spheres. You save Leon, Amber, Dolce and Me when you went into our temples and returned us back to our human forms. You haven't failed anyone Frey. You've only ever saved us."

They sat quietly for a moment and slowly Frey reached up and placed her hand over one of Dylas's and as the tears began to only trickle down her face. With his other hand Dylas reached up and pushed some of her loose hair back out of her face. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and then pulled her back into his chest, and slowly leaned back so they were laying down. He glanced towards the door and saw Porcoline and Volkanon standing in the doorway, both looking older and far more tired than Dylas had ever seen. When Porcoline saw Dylas looking at him, he very softly asked, "Is everything okay?"

Frey jumped slightly in Dylas's arms and began to pull away, but Dylas tightened his grip so she wouldn't get up.

"No." Frey looked accusingly at Dylas. "Porco could you get Frey some tea?"

"Of course," he said with a small nod, "would you like an extra pillow as well?" When both looked startled Porco gave a sad smile. "I think it would be in ill taste to send Frey home so exhausted and worried." Porco looked over at Volkanon, "Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes." He looked meaningfully at Dylas then turned back to the chef. "I will help you prepare some tea and then, if it is alright with you, I will sleep on the couch in your room, just in case an intruder comes."

"Actually, I have a roll-away bed!" Porcoline began leaning the butler down the hall, when they were almost out of earshot the young couple heard Porcoline say, "I also think it would do Frey good to have someone sleeping beside her tonight to help drive away the nightmares. After that touching display of emotion and care I highly doubt Dylas would try anything with dearest Frey. And as we will both be in the next room."

Dylas sputtered angrily and was about to yell at Porco, when Frey quietly said, "is it… is it okay if I stay?" Dylas looked down at Frey, who looked almost scared as she asked. "I... I don't want to be alone..." Dylas stared at Frey dumbly, but then nodded his head.

"I…I don't want you to ever be alone."