Ocean's Breath Plateau until there's nothing left of green

She rested her cheek against his chest, feeling suddenly weary; sleep that had eluded her since the destructive storm threatened to take her all at once, but Emaleth would refuse it. She didn't want to escape this raw pain. Only analyze it and store her knowledge of it— too see how it fit in the puzzle of her soul, and how it would change her. Her eyes were closed as Casmir shook his head, the movement shaking her own as she laid against his breast. But she did not look at him, and queried softly, "But how do you know? How do you know that I am good? What if there is something in me? I do not know how to control it." It faded to a whispered whine, and a fear clutched her heart with icy talons.