Tempest had no idea how long she had been in this dream world with Dron.
It wasn't as if she were complaining about it.
She was really starting to get used to it. The seclusion, the intimacy. The way it seemed as if they never ran out of things to talk about.
It was all so easy with Dron, especially without any outside interference.
It should worry her that they'd come and gone from the dream world several times already. She had no real hold on time or reality.
She could have been asleep for a few hours, for a few days. She didn't know. All she knew was that every time she woke up back in the small hut that Tine let them use, her heat was still on her. She woke in pain and needy.
Dron was always right there to take the pain away.
Then they fell asleep connected and reemerged in the dream world where they could catch their breath and connect with each other intimately.
