Razz is curled up comfortably over Justin, with her hands still clutching loosely at his collar. Drifting in and out of consciousness, Razz smiled contently and snuggled into the warmth that is Justin. Rubbing her face against his shoulder, she yawned and opened her eyes. Hmmm, she slept on Justin again, must've been another nightmare... a faint, but revolting sickness wrapped itself around her stomach, but in the early daylight, it doesn't seem as real as it had been...

Justin is, wonder of wonders, actually asleep this time. At least, until Razz moved again. He remains motionless, eyes still shut, only a slight change to his breathing rhythm signifying his wakefulness. ...Well. Can he be sure she actually meant it? Does it matter? Probably not. He tightened his hold around her ever-so-slightly, and opened his eyes.

Razz felt her heart skip a beat when the arms around her tightened. It's hard to conceive how much a simple touch or a small gesture of affection can mean so much to the girl. The fact that Justin is doing this without her asking... it's very reassuring, making her feel as if she wasn't really just a whole lot of trouble to him... almost as if, somehow, that she was wanted. Peering up, she met Justin's eyes and smiled. "Good morning."

Justin smiles, a trifle narrowly, his thoughts many places besides right here in the room. "So, other than, ahh, that, you slept well?" You'll have to allow for a bit of vacuosity for a few moments, it takes a long time for a mind like Justin's to boot up after sleeping, particularly with how little of it he does.

Razz nodded, still smiling. "Mm-hmm..." Recalling last night's events, she frowned slightly as she found that she cannot pin point exactly when she fell asleep, she remembers something about talking to Justin... "When did I fall asleep?" Razz asked, rubbing her eyes with one hand.

Justin consults a blank patch of wall with the air of one reading a clock. "I'd say... about... maybe an hour and a half past midnight." Still motionless, more or less in deference to Razz, he considers, idly. "D'you remember much of the nightmare? Any of it?"

Razz laid her head back down over Justin's shoulder, and gazed off into a random space in air. "I remember... I remember... I was in Delel... I don't remember if I lived there or just got there somehow..."

Justin is hesitant to try and force her to examine the idea, so early after getting over it. "More likely got there than lived there, I think... Mmh. Nightmares aren't really fit topics for this soon after rising."

Razz shook her head slightly. "It's okay. It's day and you're here. I might forget later." Closing her eyes, she went on. "And in the dream I was being dragged to some place, and there is a lot of other people with me, and we know what was going to happen to us... I think someone paid a lot of money for my nea, so that was why I was there... I couldn't talk or move, I don't know why... and they took us into a temple... and there were these men inside... and they were... they were..." Razz buried her face into the nape of Justin' neck. "They were holding these staffs with really big claws and they were pulling elf entrails off of the hooks..."

Justin holds her a little closer, almost as though he thought to shield her from the images. He had, of course, never seen the generation of Nea firsthand-- no elf had that wasn't currently being worn by someone-- but she definitely had feeling of cold terror down.

Razz drew a deep breath before going on. "So I was scared, and I was so scared that I could move again, and I tried to get away, but they caught me and dragged me back and into this circle, and they plunged the claws into my body and my spirit left my body and they sucked my soul into this yellow gem... so I was trapped inside and knowing that I was never getting out... and that's where I woke up..." Tears escaped from behind the closed eyes, and they slipped down the elf girl's face and over Justin's skin. "It's horrible... but what's worse is knowing that it's really happening and it's still happening... even if it isn't happening to me..."

Justin smooths a hand through Razz's hair, in the best approximation of a comforting gesture that he can manage. "You certainly needn't remind me. It's not your guilt, you didn't run from it."

Razz , with her eyes still closed, lifted her face in sync with Justin's hand in an kitten-like manner. Again, there's that feeling... however, Justin's next words confused her, but only for a second. Shifting, she wrapped her arms around Justin's neck. "But, if you stayed, that would've happened to you too..." Her arms tighted and she pressed herself against Justin in an effort to stop the terrified shudder brought on by that thought. "I don't want that."

Razz says: If you stayed, then I wouldn't have met you and I wouldn't be here now... and I like it here and I don't think I'll like it anywhere else.

Justin shakes his head slowly. "Nah, it's pretty unlikely I'dve been made Nea." Probably just killed, shameful little halfbreed, runs the rest of that sentence, but that's certainly not what Razz wants to hear right now. It's really beginning to seem that she did mean it, but, again, what does it matter?

Justin's mind keeps nagging at him. /Did/ she? He knows it doesn't matter, but, dammit, he still wants to know. "Mmm... you, ahh, did you mean what you said last night?"

Razz blinked, and pulled back from Justin to look into his eyes. "What did I say last night?" she asked, a picture of complete innocence.

Justin's narrow smile is still on his face, while the little scale in his mind tips a bit towards 'didn't'. "Well, you said you liked me."

Razz cocked her head. "I do like you, why wouldn't I?"

Justin's smile widens slightly, but he files that response as a tentative 'didn't'. Wrong sort of response. He shrugs, slightly. "I'm not /really/ that likeable a person. You've just never been on the receiving end."

Razz's head remained cocked. The pose is quite endearing, really. "Really? How?"

Justin blinks at her. "How what? How'm I not nice? I'm sure it'll become evident in time."

Razz says: Tell me.

Justin shrugs elaborately. "You know that the Blades work as mercenaries? Soldiers? We go out and kill people? You watched what I did to Morlin."

Razz didn't blink this time. "I know.... but it's the mercenary's choice if they want to do the job... Morlin picked the fight with you."

Justin says: But that's precisely it; I /choose/ to be deadly. Sometimes my priorities become extremely narrow. It tears me up to know that people get left behind because the situation has dictated to me that I'm the most important concern, but I know that I've done it before.