She raised his hand to her lips and kissed it. "I appreciate it, my darling," she said. "Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure it's just something I'm going to have to learn to live with. It's really not too bad."
She gave him a cocky grin. "I don't kick or anything when I have them," she said. "Actually, I supposedly become very still. So at least there's that."
"Well, and it's gotten better since we found each other again," she said casually. "Phos told me about this theory before I left. He said that he thought loss activated them. I lost my mum, and they started, and then I almost lost you, and then I did lose you, and they returned."
She hesitated, squeezing his hand. "Well, yeah," she said quietly. "But it's okay. It's basically over now."
"Don't worry, my darling," she said, giving him a small smile. "Seriously. There's not enough time in the world to worry about little things like bad dreams."
She squeezed his hand before pulling away to take a sip of her tea. "Hm," she murmured thoughtfully, drumming her fingers on the table. "So... Friday to Saturday. How are we going to get there?"
"You're driving?" she asked with a raised eyebrow and a cheeky grin. "Didn't you supposedly kill, like, a bunch of people in an accident?"
She pressed her hands palms-down on the table, her eyes bright with excitement. "You've never been on a road trip? Oh god, Francis, that's a problem. This is going to be great."
