Rey slept fitfully; the pain from her injury had made sure that she couldn't really settle in and get comfortable. Her discomfort seemed to pass to Kylo as well, and he did his own share of tossing and turning, though he slept deeply throughout, meaning Rey suffered sleeplessness for the both of them. Cautiously, she removed Kylo's hand from where it rested on her hip, and eased herself up and off the bed, taking care not to wake the slumbering man behind her. The cool stone of the cave floor felt soothing on her tired feet, and she paced the length of the room back and forth, laying a hand lightly on her injured side, flexing her torso from side to side, trying to stretch out her aching muscles. Wrapping a blanket around her bare shoulders, Rey wandered over to where Kylo had left his potion tools and ingredients carelessly strewn on the chest that stood at the foot of the bed, and picked up the untouched bottle of wine that he had uncorked in order to give her a mouth guard. Never having tasted wine, or alcohol of any kind for that matter, Rey gave the beverage a sniff, and, after a wrinkle of her nose, took a hesitant sip. Finding that the stuff wasn't completely awful, she settled herself down on the hearth in front of the still-crackling fire, and made herself comfortable, taking occasional sips from the bottle and staring into the flames.
Falling into a reverie, Rey let her thoughts drift, wondering when she would be able to control such flames at a whim like Kylo did. As she let her gaze linger on the flames, they slowly started to take on that same light blue/lavender hue that had illuminated the goblins she had faced hours before. She was in a peaceful environment this time, and so could take the time to explore this phenomenon; as she stared more deeply into the fire, Rey found that the longer she did so, the more it seemed that the light beckoned to her. Feeling curious, and not afraid in the least, she let herself slowly lean in to the sensation, the act seeming like the most natural thing in the world. The light had taken over the fire completely by that time, seeming to slow down time itself as the opalescent flames flickered and swayed rhythmically, steadily drawing Rey in, to where she didn't know. In the background of her mind, she had been slowly realizing that she was coming closer and closer to the heart of the fire; a realization that strangely brought her no panicked or fearful feelings, but only made her want to continue, if for no other reason than to find out where it would lead.
Rey finally had a moment of lucidity, and became aware of the fact that she was indeed settled right in the midst of the blaze; looking around, she was mildly shocked to see her body, still sitting in her place on the hearth, the bottle in her hand and a longing, distant look in her eyes. By that time, Rey surmised that it was some element of her mysterious magical talent that was at the root of the event, and that its nature as a part of her was keeping away any impulse to panic. Without much of a thought as to what she was doing, Rey impulsively reached out toward her own face, and in doing so, caught sight of her own hand, finding that she was now a glowing spirit-like version of herself, made up of the same light that had taken over the fire.
Being removed from her corporeal form was strange; she was now essentially weightless, which meant that her proprioception was virtually nonexistent, and she had almost no sense of where her limbs were in relation to each other. She no longer had to think about ordering her hand to lift and touch the cheek of her physical body, she merely though "cheek" and her spirit hand was there. She wasn't even sure it that really was her hand, she could feel no weight of it or resistance to it, only a slight tingle somewhere in her soul when she saw her spirit fingers caress the face of the body she had just vacated. As the two halves of her person came into contact, a wave of nostalgic emotions flowed over her, in both feeling and imagery; she saw all the brightest moments of her life come tumbling out one after another: frolicking in meadows with her mother and sisters; trying to reach the bottom of a glacier fed lake high in the mountains that she had visited with the fauns one spring; sitting around autumn fires with the other young fauns, eating apples with honey while the adults told them stories. And then there was Kylo, dimming his predatory eyes, and baring his soul to her; the look on his face as he gathered her up to race home with her after the attack. These were very new memories, but they shone just as brightly as the others along the thread of her life.
Drawing back, Rey let her spirit body drift up and out of the fire, hovering above the floor for a few moments before spying her lover, moving in his fitful sleep, and then floating over to the bed, and coming to a stop right above him, just inches from his face as he stirred. She wondered what troubled his sleep; his nocturnal disturbances had grown rare since she had been with him, though he never acknowledged their existence or cause, and she hadn't asked, figuring that it was something of deep impact in his life, and he would tell her when he was ready.
It was never Rey's intention to violate his privacy; he seemed so troubled, and to be experiencing such stress during his sleep, that she impulsively reached out to lay a hand on his forehead, and was completely unprepared for what she saw. The very instant her hand came in contact with Kylo's face, Rey was yanked from her calm, happy state of mind, and plunged into a world of fire; the first thing she saw was a mountain range, its peaks rising high into the sky, with a single spire towering above all the others, and piercing the clouds in its great height. Rivers of lava and flame surrounded the mountains, burning fiercely but making no mark on their banks, while billows of smoke passed by; Rey could feel the heat on her face even though, from her viewpoint, she was what felt like thousands of feet above it all.
Curious, she willed herself closer, and found that in doing so, she began circling down, like a bird looking to land; she even felt the wind buffeting hot and dry against her face as she went, getting hotter and hotter as she descended and beginning to chap her lips. Continuing her journey downward, and passed through a cloud of smoke, Rey spied a dark figure standing at the edge of the highest precipice; it was yet too far to detect any familiar characteristics, but she felt undeniably drawn to it with an almost desperate urgency. She finally reached an altitude that allowed her a better look, and she found that the figure was that of a man clad in long black robes, his hair falling over his eyes, leaving his entire face in shadow. The man stood rigidly, in a way that reminded Rey of statues she'd seen along roads frequented by humans, but he seemed very much alive, it was just as if time had been halted and he was simply waiting for it to flow once again.
Rey's first impulse was to assume this man was Kylo; his figure was tall and powerfully built, he was carrying a staff identical to the one her lover wielded, and it was Kylo's mind she had just touched after all. The one thing Rey took the most notice of, was that this man wore a crown on his head; it was fashioned out of a black metal that strongly resembled the metal of his staff, and it twisted about his head in a sinister pattern, growing into cruel-looking points. A glowing red ruby, also like the one mounted on his staff was mounted in the center of the crown above his forehead, reminding her of a strange cyclops. This man could very well be the same man she shared a bond with, but her better senses told her to be cautious; despite the physical similarities, she felt no familiarity with this man whatsoever. She would have expected to feel some semblance of warmth or attachment, but felt nothing but a yawning void of uncertainty when she looked at him.
By this time, Rey had halted her descent and was hovering at eye level with the man, though his hair still obstructed his gaze, preventing her from getting a good look at him. As she floated there in space wondering what this strange vision could mean, the strange man's hand shot out and gripped her by her upper arm "Rey!" he uttered her name in a commanding and possessive tone, making as if to draw her to himself. At that moment, his face also became visible, making Rey catch her breath; it was Kylo's face to be sure, but soul beneath it was alien to her. His face had twisted into a snarl as he spoke her name, but what struck her the most were his eyes. While his usual glowing green eyes unnerved her, the eyes staring out of that wrathful face terrified her; these eyes were a deep blood red with a yellow ring around the irises. She could almost feel the heat emanating from his eyes, and they even seemed to be burning him, too, by the way they strained from his face, the dark circles set underneath them making them appear more fierce than she had ever seen in real life.
Responding instantly, Rey wrenched her arm out of his grasp desperately, breaking their connection and propelling her a small distance away from him. There was only time for a single last glance at his face before Rey felt herself being pulled from the vision. It was like she was being sucked into the sky as she hurtled upward, unsure of what was going to happen next, but positive that she was increasing in speed by the second as she continued her ascent. In the very next moment, Rey found herself back in her body in front of the fire, slightly out of breath, but no longer distressed like she was just not long before; it was so sudden, that the shock made her almost fling the bottle of wine that was still in her hand across the room, but she got hold of herself just in time, and only jerked a bit, making it slosh around in the bottle. As the same time, she heard a grunting gasp behind her, and turning her head, she saw Kylo sitting bolt upright on the bed, staring wildly "Rey, are you alright? I just had the strangest dream."
Rey gave him a small smile, motioning for him to lay down again "I'm fine, my love. Go back to sleep." He swung his legs off the side of the bed and sat there rubbing the heel of his hand over an eye before getting up and walking over to where she sat and sprawling out on the rug next to her, a hand draped lightly on her knee "You should be resting, why are you up? Did something happen?" She nodded, bringing the bottle to her lips once again "I think my power is growing. Or I'm discovering more of what I can do. Either way, I've had an interesting night." He rolled over to his side, facing her and propping his head up on one hand, reaching for the bottle as she lowered it "Tell me about it." He said, taking a long drink. Pulling her blanket up around her shoulders, Rey sought for the right words to express herself "I don't...I don't know that I'm ready to talk about it. It scared me and I feel that if I do, I'll be speaking something into existence that feels too terrible to comprehend."
Kylo peered down into the bottle that he held loosely in his fingertips, frowning slightly "You know that I can't help you if I don't know what's bothering you, Rey." She nodded, making as if to try to explain herself further, but he held up a finger to stop her "That being said, I trust you to know how to deal with your own power, and I want you to feel comfortable confiding in me. I won't rush you, but I hope you know that I'm completely invested in this journey you're on to discover your power. I hope you believe that." Rey smiled down at him "Thank you, Kylo. It's not that I don't want to tell you. I just need a little time to consider what it means, that's all." She was feeling slightly giddy by that point, the wine having more of an impact than she had anticipated. "My head is feeling a little cloudy," she said sleepily, leaning in to kiss him and almost missing his lips "Could you help me back to bed?" He grinned at her, climbing to his feet "Can't hold your wine, eh?" and then, his eyes widening, a look of realization and mischief coming over them "You've never been drunk, have you, Rey?" She shook her head, a wide but sleepy grin spanning her face "Whew" he whistled "That's going to have to be something we work on when you're better. But for now," he swept her up in his arms, carrying her bridal-style back to the bed "You need to heal up from that wound of yours." And after placing her gently down and climbing in behind her, an arm slung over her waist "No getting up this time, you hear me?" All he got in return was an incoherent mumble, but it was enough, and he turned to slumber, too, this time undisturbed by strange dreams.