Erin had a very, very long dream.
In her dream, she was no longer in that forest stained by Chaos and blood, but had returned to the manor in the countryside of Thunder City.
The afternoon sunlight glimmered through the treetops, casting mottled shadows in her teacup.
Colin was sitting next to her, quietly flipping through a book, his lips curled in a barely noticeable smile.
He was always so quiet, with those deep violet eyes holding too many things she couldn't understand.
Sometimes, she felt really sorry for him.
Even though she never mentioned it, nor had the courage to bring it up.
Gradually, Erin felt a touch of drowsiness in that dazzling light, so she yawned and fell into a deep sleep like a lazy cat.
Colin didn't leave nor did he shake her awake; he just quietly sat beside her, gently caressing her forehead with his warm palm, wiping away the fine sweat from her nightmares.
