Nightmares

[Thalia]

"Because you were troubled,"
she said simply, shrugging. She'd thought that much was clear, but apparently not. He didn't seem to trust her, though she'd done nothing to hurt him, but the wariness was not unexpected. She half remembered a warning issued by another Wolf Brother, but the memory grew foggy under the pressure of trying to answer this one's other questions. For most of it she could only gesture a plaintive unknowing. She did not truly know how she arrived here, or even where she went when she slipped away from this place. Why, how... not anything. And generally the ignorance did not worry her. It just was. It was others who always seemed to want to explain her anomaly. Like Jon.

"I have a friend who knows much more about these things than I. But I've not seen him in a long time."
She paused for a moment. "His eyes aren't gold either. I suppose that answers one question. Did it hurt when they changed? They are beautiful."
Then, after a moment. "Do you think the nightmare may come back?"