Troubled Dreams?

Sentinel Island - Haven
JP with Omni and Lorem

Gonyaul violently wrenched awake with a scream of fright that would pierce the fortitude of even a seasoned warrior. It was abrupt and saturated with panic, like he had been tethered to the dream and was pulling with all his might to escape it; however, was unable. The tension grew with each passing second of the nightmare, until it was over. That which was binding him still asleep was severed instantly and he sprung to life.

He contorted as if still experiencing the pain of being flayed open while conscious. His hands instantly checking for the damage. He found himself untouched, even though it had felt so real. The adrenaline rush mixed with the twisted anguish caused his near empty stomach to knot up. He threw up on the stone floor until he was dry heaving so powerfully that it hurt his abs and caused him to gasp for air in between gagging.

He was shaking uncontrollably and felt light headed. The last thing he wanted to do though was to faint and potentially revisit the torturous scene.

As the door made a noise, he recoiled liked a spooked rabbit into the nearest wall. The impact nearly took the wind out of him. He curled up and made himself small. A involuntary whimper escaped his lips as if it was possible that abomination would enter. His expression was still painted with the horror of the imagined torture.

As the door creaked open, it revealed the silhouette of a small figure standing hesitantly in the entrance. It was Ylja, holding a wooden trencher laden with cooked fish and some kind of sliced fruits. Her excitement at fulfilling her task was immediately replaced by confusion and concern as she took in the sight of Gonyaul curled up against the wall, his face etched with distress and the remnants of vomit beside him.

Ylja glanced back at Draza, who followed closely behind her, her expression stoic and guarded. Sensing the tension in the air, Draza instructed Ylja to stay back as she approached Gonyaul, her movements deliberate and cautious.

Meanwhile, Ilyra, the elder, followed behind Draza, her gaze filled with empathy and understanding. She recognized the need to address Gonyaul's condition before anything else could be discussed.

Without hesitation, Ilyra reached into the folds of her clothing and produced a scarf, offering it as a makeshift cloth to clean up the mess. She said something softly in Allosi as she handed it to Draza who gave Gonyaul a skeptical look.

As Gonyaul's immediate surroundings were tidied up, Ilyra took a seat in her chair, her posture poised and attentive. She fixed her gaze on Gonyaul, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern.

"Troubled dreams?" Ilyra inquired in Vauxian, her voice soothing, yet carrying both empathy and authority. Her keen eyes missed nothing, and she seemed to understand more than she let on.