 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Another light kick to his ankle got him jumping a little again, his eyes flicking over to Arya and then just as quickly back to the dreamweaver. He knew she thought it would do him good to tell, but it was one thing between knowing and another doing.
A weak and strained smile pulled itself across Sabel's lips as he listened to Tate's story, a stiff nod of the head at the end being one of the only things he could provide. "I'll...pass along your thanks as soon as I can get an owl out..." Swallowing hard he tried to force a more sincere smile. "I know, she would hope that it would bring you some good dreams, while taking away the bad."
His smile turned into a frown that contorted his brow, his voice dropping quiet and weak. "Forgive me Sir, if this is out of line or rude...and you do not have to answer...but...have you ever lost anyone?"
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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