Hideaway Strath My Mind Troubles Me

Dreams.
Derg had only had a few...bad ones.
Ones that made him depressed for days on end. Believing what his mind told him.
His complexion softened, feeling sympathy for Nyra.

They don't sound like good dreams.
"Hey, it's ok," he spoke softly, moving closer to her.
His nose touched her chin, wanting her to raise her head.
Nyra wasn't weak at all, this was tough, but she didn't have to let it beat her in the back until she fell.

"Have you been there before? A place like that?"
Perhaps it were nightmares...or something from the Mother.