Face Down In The Pillow

Poem knew Balthier well enough to realize quite quickly that he wasn’t in his right mind. She didn’t know what he could see, reality or dream, but he wasn’t right. Much like the rest of the world around them. Forever night, endless deceptions where one couldn’t even trust their own mind. He spoke up, though how Balthier could know what his father did or didn’t like she wasn’t sure. The boy said he wasn’t here… so they weren’t being visited by his ghost.

”Why wouldn’t he like it?” Poem asked softly, unsure if Balthier even knew what he was talking about as his eyes watched ghosts in front of his eyes. Already she wondered if she might bring him back to Abaven, to help him through this awful illness.