Hideaway Strath My Mind Troubles Me

His voice was unexpected given how late it was, yet she didn't startle. Instead, she looked to him with obvious relief as he approached. 

Nyra wasted no time "I've been having dreams, lately...the kind of dreams that I haven't experienced since I left my old home." She sighed, sitting back on her haunches with a slump of her shoulders "I'm having dreams about ravens, crows, and a dark forest...I don't know what this is, but...I think I'm supposed to be elsewhere." The meeting of her eyes to his own was a clear expression of her uncertainty and the recognition that she had been here, with the Saints, for almost a year now. She had been here a long time, even if it wasn't as extensive a time as some of the other Saints had been around. 

And from the sorrow starting to pool in liquid drops in her eyes, it was doubly clear that she felt like she wasn't being given a choice by her own mind.