*sleeps unsoundly, turned into her pillow, a frown crossing her face as unfamiliar thoughts surface in her dreams*
What will cure him, if not love? ---Name one tree that you love, and I will save it. ---I love all that grow on this isle... --To the woods my heart is given-- ---Do not bend, bend and they will bend you further...--
*startles herself awake, her heart pounding*
*presses up just off the mattress, focusing in the dark and remember where she is*