After a while of walking, Reala was quiet as a tomb.

"What? Don't want to tease me anymore?" Nights asked. At least when he teased her she wasn't bored. "Aren't you a Nightmaren?"

"Yeah, so?" Reala replied blandly.

"So how come you aren't trying to scare me? Isn't that what nightmares are for?"

Reala scoffed at this. "There is more to being a Nightmaren then just a simple nightmare. You have to know what the Visitor fears, what will affect them the most. How they will react and what to do afterwards."

"You mean you guys plan this stuff?"

"More or less. Such a task is still usually left to the lower class Nightmaren, like the Shleep."

"Sheep?"

"Not Sheep. 'Shleeeep.' "

"Oh, I see now," Nights smiled as Reala continued to lead. Another dead silence settled in.

"Soooo..." Reala finally spoke. "How did you get such wounds? Not even a Nightmaren can cause serious injuries like that."

Nights just stood there for a moment before she regained herself. "Ah, nowhere. Why do you ask?"

Reala shrugged as he floated on. "Just a thought. It would be considered unnatural in the Waking World and only Maren like Cerberous, Clawz, and Jackle would go that far. So, what did happen?"

"Ah, don't worry about it! It's nothing!" Nights grinned widely. "These are just scratches! Look!" Reala turned and watched as Nights pinched one of her arm-wounds. "See? I'm fine! Nothing wrong!" she lied through her tongue. Blood soon began to seep out of the wound. "AH!"

"Now look what you've done," Reala scolded the Visitor as he ripped off a sleeve of his red coat. "You're making a needless mess." He gentlely took Nights by the arm. "Now hold still."

Although, Nights didn't really want to, she listened to Reala and was still as a statue. She watched intensely as Reala wrapped the cloth around her arm tight but not enough to hurt her and once he reached the end of the fabric, he tugged on it to keep it secure. Nights lifted her arm and began to move it around. "It... it doesn't hurt..." she marvelled, still waving it around.

"That's what I did that for, right?" Reala asked and continued to walk.

Nights only smiled. "Thanks, Rea!" she told the Maren then giggled. "Yeah; I think I'll call you Rea!"

The Nightmaren General glared at her. "You better not!" he growled at Nights but she just ignored him, singing his nickname the whole way.