Summary: Aelwen is having nightmares and goes to the kitchen to drink some tea. There she finds Jawbone, who begins to help her process through baking
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Ever since the Nightmare King’s Forest, Aelwen had been having a hard time trancing.
Most sleep-related ailments didn’t bother her. She was an elf, after all—she didn’t sleep. But something had changed in her after the forest. Maybe it was the close proximity to Kristen. She was a cleric of the very same goddess, though Aelwen had met Cassandra and they were nothing like they had been in the forest.
All the same, it had changed something fundamental in her. Where before her trances had been seamless nothing, she was now plagued with visions and nightmares. Trances had been one of her few escapes and now…
Now she was awake at 2 am, heading to the kitchen because she didn’t want to wake Adaine. It was the umpteenth night she had been startled out of her trance and there was some comfort that came from the kitchen. She had only been living at Mordred Manor for three months, but it was where most of her good memories were. On their fourth day back, Fig and Kristen started a small food fight that Sandra Lynn quickly stomped out. (Though Aelwen could see Sandra Lynn was happy that they were getting back into old habits.) It was the only place aside from her room that she felt even slightly comfortable.
She was going to sit and drink some tea and loiter until she felt like herself enough to go back to bed. That had been the plan. Instead when she got to the kitchen, Jawbone was there. He looked a little fuzzier than usual, but there was no mistaking his frame. A year ago, she would have considered him a weak man. He was powerful but never used his strength and kind to a fault. Now, of course, she knew how strong he really was.