sweet dreams till sunbeams find you, sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you
Safrin’s touch lingered for a fraction longer than necessary, her fingers pressing lightly against Deimos’ forearm as the last embers of celestial energy settled into his bones. The edges of her usual brilliance had begun to return—not in full force, not yet, but there was a steadiness to her now, as if, for this moment, the weight of loss could be set aside in the name of purpose.
A flicker of curiosity—sharp and expectant—crossed her expression though Safrin followed the Sword's lead in answering silently. What plans? Hadama was careful, measured. That much she knew. But for all his strengths, caution could not win a war alone. And for all her grief, Safrin was not a goddess who would allow herself—or those who served her—to be caught waiting in the dark if she could aid them.
A flicker of curiosity—sharp and expectant—crossed her expression though Safrin followed the Sword's lead in answering silently. What plans? Hadama was careful, measured. That much she knew. But for all his strengths, caution could not win a war alone. And for all her grief, Safrin was not a goddess who would allow herself—or those who served her—to be caught waiting in the dark if she could aid them.
but in your dreams whatever they be, dream a little dream of me
