Maleficent awoke in a cold sweat, her back aching with phantoms of the past as her mind and stomach whirled.

"Mistress? Are you alright?"

Diaval's voice shook her from her thoughts and made her curse the fact that he seemed to stay in human form much more often now that Aurora spent nights in the moor.

"I am fine. Go back to sleep."

she retorted, pushing herself onto her feet before heading outside, each step seeming to irritate the already angry nerves in her back even further.

"Forgive me but I don't believe that."

the response didn't surprise her, although she ignored him for a few minutes, just forcing herself to walk off the pain before a sharp stabbing pain caused her steps to falter and very nearly lose her balance had it not been for the shapesifter taking hold of her.

"Maybe you should go find some elderberry leaves... and maybe something for sleep."

she said, earning a nod.

" Of course but first I should help you back to bed."

Maleficent watched as Diaval made himself busy with adding more padding to her bed, going as far as to sacrifice his own.

"You don't have to do that." she pointed out, earning a huff.

"No, but you're in pain and I can just as easily sleep in a tree." he retorted, then after a brief pause, continue

" besides if I were injured you would heal me and I may not be able to give your wings back but I can try to make you more comfortable."

Maleficent found herself at a loss for words. Since when did he care so much?

Aurora was surprised when she arrived the next morning not only finding both of them asleep, but both basically sleeping in the same place.

she slowly backed away from them, hoping not to wake them up and wishing that she had brought a camera or something, even if Maleficent had forbid both.

She forgot how light of a sleeper the fairy was until a voice grumbled out

"if you ever even breath a word about this, I will drop you in the crystal lake."

she tried to bite back a chuckle as she watched them sit up, both disgruntled.

"Not saying a word Godmother."

she said instead of the number of things she wanted to, although from the look she received, she knew that her godmother didn't quite believe her.

"Not yet anyway. I know you, Beastie and you make something out of nothing with that imagination of yours. "