Cressida sat there on the stairs. Her mind couldn't let go of what she felt. If the object is actually the one that she feels then this old man knows a lot about her. She waited there for the door on the surface to open up, she was eager to see the object in light, to confirm with her eyes. Her hands could mistake it. While she was in her thoughts the moaning sound distracted her. She looked at Vidarr in the spur of the moment. He was moaning on the hammock. She walked towards him and traced her hands to touch him as she can't see him. She found his hand and held it in hers. He started to murmur in his sleep. Cressida bends down and brought her ear near to him. 'Please don't leave.' He said and averts his head to the sides. At first, Cressida was astonished to see him talk and move in his sleep.
"Does he see visions like me?" She murmured. He again spoke something. She tried to hear but was unable to understand his words.
