Faolán blinked a few times, not understanding exactly what she had said.
"What?" he asked as his brain refused to process the information.
"It was you, not Rafe." She replied, but then put her hand on his face, to calm him down. She could see in his eyes that he was in pain. "You were having a nightmare, love. I touched you, thinking you had woken up, but no. It was my mistake." She said.
Faolán hugged her. He kissed her several times, including on her neck. The kisses weren't sexual, but rather an apology.
"Forgive me, forgive me." he muttered. "I would never…hurt…" Alanna felt something wet on her shoulder.
"Are you crying?" she asked in disbelief.
"Do you forgive me?"
She pulled him away from her a little bit to look into his eyes.
"Of course I forgive you. You weren't to blame."
