For a quick moment, Isabella looked at him and smiled softly. She was glad he was there to talk to. It made her relax a little bit and she loosened her "death grip" upon her knees. Her eyes wandered from the window to his face.
"There is?" Bella pondered that for a moment. "Psychology..." She said the word slowly as to remember it. There were a few muggle topics she knew something about, but that was not one of them.
"A window... To my true self... Which must be a blood thirsty monster." She forced a smile at her own pathetic joke. It was a failed attempt to make herself feel better. "Being serious now, I can see that. There are a lot of things on my mind. I don't always allow myself to think or ponder all of them. I know I repress." There were several "hard" facts she had been ignoring lately.
For what felt like a long moment, she sat there and watched him as he sat there with his eyes close. She could not help but wonder what thoughts were running through his mind. If he was thinking about this Muggle topic called Psychology or dreams themselves.
"Protect myself?" Isabella's tone of voice reflected a slight break in her confidence. There were several things she wanted or tried to protect herself from. Every day there were new fears growing inside her head. "It was similar but not the same."
"Seems either way... There are elements that stay the same in the dream. Like there is always something or someone waiting to strike in the distance, something waiting, there's always blood shed but no bodies, and it's always at Hogwarts." She closed her eyes for a moment to steady her nerves. When she reopened them she continued. "The weather and the time of day always changes. Sometimes, the exact room within Hogwarts changes, but it's always in the castle some where."