"Hah. Not the only one.." Wraith grumbled, sighing again. Then, as if he'd read her thoughts, he spoke again. "..If you need energy, you can always take it from me. I'm recovered enough to endure it. You need it more than I do, anyways."

She looked at him with a surprised expression. Who knew she had other expressions. " ...Are you sure? " She asked.

"Unlike most, I don't die very easily. All I ask is that you don't try to kill me." He answered quietly, nodding slightly. "Besides," He added after a moment. "Perhaps it'll help me sleep."

" okay..." But she didn't get to finish her sentence cause she fell asleep again. Dang.

Wraith watched for a moment before a small smile graced his lips for an instant. At least she knew. He sighed, settling himself and closing his eyes, but not quite intending to fall asleep.

Then she started having nightmares. Actually, they were memories that she wishes were nightmares. They were only occurring cause she didn't have enough energy to use magic to push them back.

For a while, he simply sat there and listened. As her memories gradually worsened, however, he opened one eye and watched her for a few moments before sighing softly. He glanced at Locke to affirm the creature was asleep before drawing in a breath and singing softly. Like Ciki had done, he sang a lullaby that his own mother had once sung to him. She had been killed on his thirteenth birthday, and he'd never known his father. It was a song native to the Shagu, a creature he shard half his heritage with. It was soft and flowed easily from the tongue, a sort of magic chant that could calm a troubled mind- awake or asleep.

That helped. A lot. And she started having reoccurring memories of her mother. Happy memories. She had no happy memories of her father. After all, he was the cause of all her pain in life. Every single last bit. And she absolutely loathed him. He'd taken everything from her, including her mother. There was nothing lovable about him.

Wraith continued to sing, only pausing for a moment to shift his position a little so he could more easily settle down. Perhaps one day he would use the lullaby to calm his own children, but he doubted it deeper down inside. Anyone dumb enough to love him and stick around wouldn't survive despite his or their best efforts.

Eventually she awoke, Maybe to the sound of his singing, or maybe just because. " You have a nice voice. " She said quietly.