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Paige bit her lip. There was a strange feeling upon her back, but it faded quickly as if it had never even came. She shook it off, knowing her problems were to be placed after those of her Mistress. Timidly Paige sat on the padded bench at the end of Aethrya's bed and looked at the figure half sunked in the comfortable sheets. "A bit... darker, Mistress?" Paige asked, careful curiousity filling her voice. "Would you... care to explain?"

Paige was always extremely careful with her words, but especially when it came to her upper class friend's dreams. She knew well enough that Aethyra feared her dreams, which were already very dark. A darker dream than the ones she had experianced before? That could be very bad. "I-I mean, you don't have to m'lady..." Paige was quick to remind her friend of her freedom to decline, but then added slowly, "But I've heard that talking about one's problems provides comfort. And... I'd be happy to listen if you wanted to speak, Mistress Aethrya."