Night was nearing, and it was likely she would be pulled into another waking dream. She had learned not to fight it, to embrace her gift. If she fought the dreams when they chose to come, she would suffer terrifying nightmares. Now, she had dreamwalked through a living nightmare, only to have two more nightmares. While less traumatic, each stole her peace of mind along with her sleep. The the dreamwalk and the actual dreams, all of it, meant something. Exactly what, she was afraid to consider.

These thoughts and more consumed her as she worked on Rand's hands. She rubbed her fingertips in a slow circular motion over each scar tissue knotted finger. The silence between grew strained, uncomfortable. "You should," she started, fumbling for words "... see the doctors again."

He laughed low and softly. "This is the best therapy."

She paused momentarily, suddenly self conscious. Her eyes flicked to his face, but his gaze was focused on shelf and the instrument that rested there.

"Hmmm..." was her vague reply. She pulled away from him, grabbing for the remote. Flipping through the couple of free channels they picked up on on the bunny ears, she finally settled on an old action flick. The fight scenes were vaguely familiar, but she couldn't remember if she'd actually seen it before of if was simply such a generic film she was unable to tell it from the many others she'd watched over the years.

Rand cleared his throat, and she glanced up at him. "Thank you."

She shrugged. "Yeah, yeah. Nothing you wouldn't do for me," she muttered and focused on the TV again. It took an effort to keep from fidgeting as his proximity on the couch seemed to intrude on her attempts to lose herself in the mindlessness of television.

"Hmph." Was his grumbled response. Despite her dismissive comment, he found her hand and entwined his fingers in hers.

She took a deep breath resisting the urge to pull away. Instead, she willed herself to relax and draw the strength from this simple gesture of companionship was meant to provide. He had no intention of leaving her side, she realized, as the evening drew on and she began to nod off. No, if she walked tonight, if it went bad, he would be there to console her when she awoke. She smiled, letting herself slip, to sleep, to dream.