Moonstone Quarry And I pray that I'll make it before the night's up

Fleur was silent as she watched him come closer, unmoving as breathe caught in her chest; his words casted away the remnants of her dream, replacing it with an entirely different feeling altogether. One more warm, more welcome.

"How did you know?" She would not know the way in which her dreams would cause her to stir so helplessly. There had been no one around to tell her, but he was here now, and she was immensely glad for it. Even if she felt embarrassed he witnessed her in such a state that drew him to where she slept.

But, he was here and she wanted him to stay. 

"Stay with me?" It was part question, part plea. Soft as it left her, but weighted, heavy with a meaning left unsaid.