She smiled and nodded. "Probably for the best, who knows how long we'll end up looking for the shop that sells normal beds if you don't." And that just meant they could get up in the air that much faster too - something she was looking forward to even more now.
Frowning, Dom was confused when Dylan started speaking again, but then the words made sense. She could understand that, wanting to be sick, though all she'd felt was numb - like it wasn't real, like it couldn't possibly be real. But things felt a little less horrible when he touched her.
"Better?" That seemed a horrible thing to say about what she'd seen, how could that ever get better? It didn't make sense. "I don't think you can just forget that sort of thing. I just ... I was following the scent. I talked to Remus recently, about testing my senses and things, and I smelled something. I didn't know what it was, but I followed it." It was still fresh in her mind even now, she knew she'd never be able to forget that scent. "It was their blood, I'd followed the scent of their blood Dylan." It was more than she'd meant to say - more than she'd said to anyone about it. She gave the details to Uncle Harry, how she'd found the bodies, but she hadn't talked to anyone else about it.
It was a bit like Dylan was reading her mind, but maybe it was the same for everyone. "No, not really, no." She'd been tempted to lie, but just found she couldn't, though she stopped herself from telling him just how little sleep she'd been getting since that night.