Harrowing images came as before. Cries of pain and terror, silenced by fire. Thrown clear, I could do nothing but echo their anguish, with my own terrible squall, as though it was I that burned. Yet something was different. In an instant, I was spirited away, soothed and comforted, within sight of a cooling stream. I drank deeply, and in a moment, I slept.
I awoke in the night to her screams. Rushing to her side with a cool glass of water, I gently stroked her hair until she slept.
I, however, stood watch for the rest of the night.