Wraith eventually stopped stirring, though he did still mumble occasionally in his sleep. Though, even then it was something small and incoherent, perhaps just something he did despite the nightmares.

She kept singing. She actually enjoyed the song, and any other song her mother had taught her. She only had few songs of her mother, as she had died before she turned 7. But that didn't matter to her anymore, there was nothing she could do about her mothers death.

Eventually, the wagon slowed to a stop. Wraith stirred after a few moments, groaning softly with a huff as he sat up groggily. He rubbed his head, frowning slightly. "Geez.. That was different..." He grumbled softly, yawning. "Did we stop..?"

She stopped singing, then nodded.

"Mnh." He sighed, leaning back as Locke slid off the top of the wagon and climbed inside. He looked rather tired, and he moved slowly and stiffly. He raised an eyebrow as he looked from Ciki to Wraith and back.
"You're welcome." He murmured, then sprawled out over the floor with a tired groan. "We're stopping for the night... Just sit tight, I guess."

She sighed quietly, staring at the ground.

Wraith sighed as well, staring at Locke for a few moments before glancing at Ciki. "You don't look like you've recovered at all.." he remarked quietly.

" I shouldn't have. " She replies.

"...How's that?" Wraith leaned back and sighed softly, raising an eyebrow.

" Cause my body is... complicated. "