all I hear are screams

It was awkward, but at the same time, there was still a measure of comfort involved. Mostly the comfort of another creature, one her size, that she had not seen dying. It was a nice... change. And oh how she hoped that he would not be next; that she would not see his face, thus eliminating all that she can see without remembering what was in the dream. Those haunting images...

Her eyes squeezed shut - no, no she couldn't think of that. No. Then, Lark's voice cut through, and a mental sigh of relief escaped. A soft smile, at his neutral words and shrug. The smile would grow a little more at the flooding; oh how it absolutely sucked. And then the return question. "As good as can be," she murmured. Her voice, normally so harsh, stern, loud, was a quiet whisper. "This flooding is awful," she agreed with him, shaking her head. "Tired, too." That as a bit obvious; after all, the cursed dreams were preventing her sleep.