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*She comes walking briskly out of the access corridor, and stumbles and nearly falls as the Compulsion releases her.
Her wordless scream brings Aral awake and running, and a half-dozen servants and bodyguards on his heels. She's able to regain some sort of grip on herself for long enough to dismiss the others. Sleepwalking. Nightmares. No, thank you, no sedatives. No, I'm fine, thank you, sorry to have troubled you.
And back in the solitude of their bedroom she clings to Aral, clenching fists in his nightshirt, white and shaking and sobbing with rage.*
Her wordless scream brings Aral awake and running, and a half-dozen servants and bodyguards on his heels. She's able to regain some sort of grip on herself for long enough to dismiss the others. Sleepwalking. Nightmares. No, thank you, no sedatives. No, I'm fine, thank you, sorry to have troubled you.
And back in the solitude of their bedroom she clings to Aral, clenching fists in his nightshirt, white and shaking and sobbing with rage.*