Mara

[Thalia]

Talk of dreams reminded Aylin of Thalia and the fevered states she sometimes got herself into, when the images poured out like a river burst its banks. Inevitably it also reminded her of Yana and those strange screwed up drawings. Thalia said she never remembered dreams, but nearly all the work from those frenzied days went in the bin. It had disturbed them both. But it was the word pets that sent a chill right through to Aylin's bones. The description. As though a creature sat and purred there now.

Suddenly the twitching of Daiyu's gaze was not restlessness, but a search. For these... "pets." It suggested some sort of psychosis, and yet Daiyu had been on anti-psychotics since a child. Night terrors? But she was not afraid to sleep; in fact the opposite. Perhaps it was a world she preferred. A schism between asleep and awake. Aylin had never heard of such a thing.

"Then next time I'll bring paper and pens. We'll do it the old fashioned way."
She smiled. Though Daiyu never met her gaze - barely in fact looked at her face - Aylin's expression remained smooth, her clear gaze concerned and compassionate.

"Of course. I'll call the nurse. She'll escort you back to your room."