That was the main problem whenever Gaea had alcohol, she got more. She was pretty bad once she was tipsy about the limits she could do, however, thankfully she could hold her liquor rather well compared to most women her size. That was probably due to the blood properties in her nymph and her Rosenite heritage. Gaea was happy that Olvar didn’t turn down the offer to drink more after all she viewed this more as a celebration. For her, it had been a long time since she had found something new that excited her the way Olvar did and life with the pups seemed steady. That alone was enough for a bit of a party in Gaea’s mind not that she would have probably admitted it out loud to anyone but Olvar, and only really if he asked about it would she admit it to him.

The pleasure that followed was long and adventurous as the two got up the stairs to the bed they would share while in the cottage. Sleep seemed to come for them both quickly after they wore each other out. Gaea’s arms were around Olvar’s as she slept next to him. The peace didn’t last as a new side effect from her time with William decided to rear its ugly head for the first time.

While on the outside she was screaming in agony almost like the night she died on the inside she was fighting William again. Past memories, the amethyst fire, the pain from the poison, and many other things that seemed to seep deep within her to cause misery. For a few solid minutes she fought against Olvar albeit weakly as she struggled in her own nightmare. His voice broke through to her and her eyes popped open in freight as she tried to scurry but found herself held by Olvar. Her chest was heaving and her heart was racing so quickly that she was certain Olvar could hear it. Her body had formed beads of cold sweat across it as finally, the freight reached the peak as she broke down into sobs.

The small half-nymph almost climbed her way onto the lycanthrope beside her as she buried her face into his face. Her sobs were loud and with the way her fingers gripped him it was obvious she was trying to regain some form of control. Continuously she was gasping for any amount of air she could get in between what appeared to be her hyperventilating.

It took several moments of this for Gaea finally to start calming down. It started with her breathing and finally, her tears stopped coming as she put her forehead against Olvar with slow deep breaths. Her fingers stopped their digging as they gained a softer grip. However, Gaea was still shaking physically from the nightmare but not nearly as bad once she had stopped hyperventilating and sobbing. The nymph pulled herself away just far enough so she could see his hazel eyes. Gaea’s own eyes were bloodshot from the sobs and they appeared visibly more tired than when she had actually fallen asleep.

At first the words would not come forward even worse than usual but eventually, she managed to stop her deep breaths to speak. “I had a nightmare…” Obviously, as if he hadn’t known by the way he was reacting to her. There were several sniffles as she tried to stop herself from crying again once she started to talk about it. The emotion was still heavy from her but she strongly held herself still and forced it down for the moment. “William was in it and the Fields… and the pain.” She didn’t know how to describe it exactly but it was enough. “And I couldn’t get away.” Small tears now but only because she couldn’t keep them in now escaped the edges of her eyes. Her voice was trembling and soft in tone as she went barely above a whisper in volume.

A hand released Olvar as it came up to her head and she began to grasp at her hair to stop the pounding pain she now felt from crying hard. Gaea could hear all of the wargs outside and realized just how loud she had been. Her hand released and she fell sideways onto the bed pulling Olvar with her or at else she weakly tried to. “I’m scared to sleep.” The nymph murmured towards her lover as she watched him. She knew that William wasn’t coming back but the dreams felt so damn real for her and the pain was agonizing. “What do I do Olvar?”