Mar 08, 2011 12:10
She made few noises while she slept. Few but important.
The usual tosses and turns in her restless sleep indicated bad dreams. Unsurprising given their situation. She would twist and turn to fight or dodge from arrows or fires.
Sharp inhalation, marked moments of surprise that were enough to startle, but not enough to yet wake her. Brutus knitted his giant brow at those.
But the sound that he dreaded most, the sound that simply broke his heart was the sound of her crying.
It was a sound Brutus swore to banish.