Hands grab at you, pulling you back, ignorant of the scream that rips from your throat. You try breaking free, but you can't. You can't get away. The ones that weren't holding you stalked forward, the one you swore to protect letting out a sad wail. "GET AWAY!" you screech. Giving one last low moan, he complies, fleeing. They turn upon you, angry that a child caused their prey to flee. You brace yourself, ready for the pain your memory brings. Then you awake, curled amongst the warmth Ba'ul has.
Eyes flashed open, wide. She made no sudden jolt or twitch to rouse her to from unhappy remembrances; just new sights, a deep breath. An inventory of reality. Judith quickly recounted the facts-- the expanse of blue she clung to. Her own strength. They were quite safe and quite grown up. Then her eyes closed, and she reassured her tensed muscles by drawing nearer to him.
He could tell what her dream had been about. That was the nature of their relationship. She couldn't shoulder her worries alone, just as Ba'ul couldn't do the same to his.
Turning inward into darkness against him, her peaceful face of rest finally fell. She craved sleep, but she could not always trust its keep. When else would memories of how weak, how alone, and how vulnerable that they used to be come back to find them?
"We don't have to worry..." she whispered. Superfluous, for his sake. Necessary for her own. Her glove ran a trail down the smooth, comforting surface of the entelexeia's skin before settling limply against ground. No remains of attack. No mortal wounds. Together they survived and lived to change the world.