Fhera continued to lay there silently, curling up against the warm cloth to find her. After a while of laying there she woke up, eyeing the scene before her. As she shifted her way out from under the cloth, she sat up and looked at her hands. Was it all a dream? she wondered before realizing that her robes were now sitting in front of her rather on her as usual. She moved quickly, putting the robes on slightly embarassed before noticing that no one else was nearby.
Where did he go? Was the dream real? Wait! What if they came back! At the thought she was quick to get up and look around confused before noticing the door cracked open. She ran, rushing across the church path, breaking out of the doors in a rush before seeing him, watching the moon. She felt like crying as she ran for him, jumping at him and wrapping her arms around the poor man.
She remembered what all happened now. His wound in the back, and how the people who judged him before were. It was a concern though, the idea of the people returning to harm him. However, she didn't want to say anything and simply tried to remain calm instead.