It had been a rather busy day, even excluding her strange bout of bad luck and the discomfort of her stomach. Era had... learned a lot. Mostly from Mandy, but a little from Rose as well. She does her best not to think about such topics while being carried by the object of her 'crush', however it's a difficult task when she feels so sleepy and comfortable.
"I'll think more of it in the morn."
It's not long after speaking that she finally surrenders to sleep - it isn't something she does as regularly as she probably should, but she knows that she's safe with Aymeric. One would think that being so at peace when falling asleep (despite the lingering ache in her abdomen) would leave her with peaceful dreams, yet Era wasn't so lucky in that regard.
Era is lucky that she was granted a few hours of peaceful rest before being assaulted by dreams of Haurchefant. Not of his death, but a simple conversation. A heart-to-heart with a dear friend beyond the grave in a place entrenched in peace rather than war. It's enjoyable, telling Haurchefant of the adventures she's had since his passing and how his loved ones are doing. His humour is infectious as always; smile bright and charming as ever.
"There's something important I must tell you, my friend." Suddenly his tone is more serious than she had ever heard it. Her hands are grasped in his own and he stares her in the eyes, smile all but gone.
The mortal wound in his abdomen makes itself known, blood dripping from his lips, hands growing cold in her own much too quickly, bright eyes dimming. It's a bastardized retelling of his death, and instead of his true last words he tells her: "You must go to the temple and open the black door."
And then Era's awake, cheeks wet and chest heaving. Her stomach no longer bothers her yet she still makes a mad, clumsy dash for the bathroom to upend bile into the toilet. She coughs and shakes and all she can hear are those false final words ringing through her ears and all she can see is the light fading from Haurchefant's eyes.
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"I'll think more of it in the morn."
It's not long after speaking that she finally surrenders to sleep - it isn't something she does as regularly as she probably should, but she knows that she's safe with Aymeric. One would think that being so at peace when falling asleep (despite the lingering ache in her abdomen) would leave her with peaceful dreams, yet Era wasn't so lucky in that regard.
Era is lucky that she was granted a few hours of peaceful rest before being assaulted by dreams of Haurchefant. Not of his death, but a simple conversation. A heart-to-heart with a dear friend beyond the grave in a place entrenched in peace rather than war. It's enjoyable, telling Haurchefant of the adventures she's had since his passing and how his loved ones are doing. His humour is infectious as always; smile bright and charming as ever.
"There's something important I must tell you, my friend." Suddenly his tone is more serious than she had ever heard it. Her hands are grasped in his own and he stares her in the eyes, smile all but gone.
The mortal wound in his abdomen makes itself known, blood dripping from his lips, hands growing cold in her own much too quickly, bright eyes dimming. It's a bastardized retelling of his death, and instead of his true last words he tells her: "You must go to the temple and open the black door."
And then Era's awake, cheeks wet and chest heaving. Her stomach no longer bothers her yet she still makes a mad, clumsy dash for the bathroom to upend bile into the toilet. She coughs and shakes and all she can hear are those false final words ringing through her ears and all she can see is the light fading from Haurchefant's eyes.