Alexander looked down at Rhianna, still mostly asleep, as she tried to comfort him in her almost automatic response now. In the entire time since the incident, she had done her best to help bring him through the ordeal with most of his psyche intact, and to her credit, had otherwise succeeded. That said, Alexander both welcomed and rejected her constant presence.
She was a calming presence, the only single fixture in his life since their exile, other then Heavy Arms, and the only reason he had been able to get any sleep at all after the incident. Even so, he had more or less recovered some time ago and yet she still insisted that he stop to rest and sleep after only a scant few days of work. He still had to make up for the time he spent recovering.
Pulling his blanket away from him, he spun in bed and placed his feet on the floor. He couldn't get images out of his mind from the nightmare and he knew the recognized the book, the question was "where was it?". Alexander had a great many tomes in his ever expending collection, more and more having been brought in by outside parties he had paid to locate or otherwise procure them.
"I'm fine." he finally muttered, his breathing having steadied and most of the sweat having disappeared thanks to the cool breeze. He ran his hand through his greying hair and then brought his hands together, resting them on his mouth and his elbows on his knees.
"Where is that book?" he thought to himself. The other question of course is what book was it. Though he figured once he found it, the second question wouldn't really matter as much. He pushed himself from the bed, walking over and grabbing the fine robe he had hanging nearby and walking over to his bedroom desk. No books were kept here normally, it was reserved for secret correspondences, monetary transactions, and personal effects but he figured it was worth a look real quick.
She was a calming presence, the only single fixture in his life since their exile, other then Heavy Arms, and the only reason he had been able to get any sleep at all after the incident. Even so, he had more or less recovered some time ago and yet she still insisted that he stop to rest and sleep after only a scant few days of work. He still had to make up for the time he spent recovering.
Pulling his blanket away from him, he spun in bed and placed his feet on the floor. He couldn't get images out of his mind from the nightmare and he knew the recognized the book, the question was "where was it?". Alexander had a great many tomes in his ever expending collection, more and more having been brought in by outside parties he had paid to locate or otherwise procure them.
"I'm fine." he finally muttered, his breathing having steadied and most of the sweat having disappeared thanks to the cool breeze. He ran his hand through his greying hair and then brought his hands together, resting them on his mouth and his elbows on his knees.
"Where is that book?" he thought to himself. The other question of course is what book was it. Though he figured once he found it, the second question wouldn't really matter as much. He pushed himself from the bed, walking over and grabbing the fine robe he had hanging nearby and walking over to his bedroom desk. No books were kept here normally, it was reserved for secret correspondences, monetary transactions, and personal effects but he figured it was worth a look real quick.
