Lucille adjusted her position, now sitting cross-legged on the bed. The silvery moonlight spilled softly from the tiny gap between the curtains, blending with the bright light inside the room.
As for Ashrik, he was now sitting on the edge of the bed. Holding his gaze on her, his expression was calm and patient. He acted as if he had all the time in the world to listen.
Dobby and Ponyo were at ease after seeing that Lucille had calmed down. They curled on the floor, their eyes staring at her and Ashrik.
Lucille inhaled, steadying herself. She clasped the blanket covering her legs. Her eyes drifted from Ashrik to her own hands, still shaking slightly.
"I... I had a dream on the night we cultivated with the Stone," she began, her voice carrying a hint of caution. "I actually forgot about it until the next day. I..."
