He took a deep breath and squeezed back. "In either case," he said to Sandy's comment about getting the right twin. "I don't want you to have the nightmares either, and that could be all they are. Or it could simply be a 'twin' thing." After all, it wouldn't have been the first time one or the other had sensed danger for their twin. Granted, never to this extent, or twice in such a short period of time, but it had happened once or twice while they were growing up.
He followed Sandy to the door, resting against the wall until Sandy beckoned it was safe. Quietly, they made their way to their parents' room and slipped inside. Their mum was curled up next to their dad, and a quick peek at Rolf's chart let Lori know what course of potions he was on, and what the prognosis was.
"He's going to be fine," he whispered to Sandy, slipping the chart back into place. "He'll just need rest and a full course of potions."