Zavian was stone-cold silent for a long time, and Neera began to wonder if he had heard her. He rubbed at his temple, his face tugged from stress and worry.
"Why didn't you tell me anything before?" He asked.
"I thought I imagined it, Zavian."
"God, Neera", Zavian ran a hand through her hair and pressed a quick kiss on her lips, and rested his forehead against hers. Neera drew him close, offering as much comfort as a sick person can. Here he was, a disgruntled mess of a demon, and for her sake.
Again.
"It looked like… the creature from my dreams", Neera whispered, drawing the covers over herself with a death-like grip. It was a true nightmare come to life. Golden eyes rose to meet hers, urging her to keep talking. "I think… I am hallucinating. Something is wrong with me. Not just with what I have seen, but it seems like", she took a swipe at her nose. "Every time I am happy, something comes to ruin it."
