Nakir had jumped to his feet when he saw Gadrial battling with her covers. "Gadrial! Gadrial you should stop-"
Her hands had been flying everywhere and hit him on the mouth, he let out a tsk and grabbed her arms.
"Gabby," he said her name in a whisper as he brought her arms down to her side, "You are dreaming wake up."
Gadrial's body was still trying to fight and her back arched upward, Nakir's eyes widened as he saw her veins slowly turning black but it was only for a second.
Her body started to relax and she went lip, 'What have I done?' Nakir thought as he slowly removed his hands from her arms, 'I should have thought this through.
Was he growing a conscious? Was he regretting what he had done? Was saving hell more important to save his relationship with Gadrial?
These questions where flowing around his mind, "Gabby?"
