As in many thing, Sabrina is sure enough for the both of them.
She nestles into Nick, her safest place in this time, and tries to find a little patch of skin to press her face against. The very fact that Marcus remains worried for her, but trusts her to do this is exactly why she loves him.
"Good. The dreams-- this Darkness-- monster? I'm not sure what to call him, and I'm not about to call him any sort of Lord, the dreams are stronger. I think I'll see him soon. I shouldn't sleep with any of you in here."
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She nestles into Nick, her safest place in this time, and tries to find a little patch of skin to press her face against. The very fact that Marcus remains worried for her, but trusts her to do this is exactly why she loves him.
"Good. The dreams-- this Darkness-- monster? I'm not sure what to call him, and I'm not about to call him any sort of Lord, the dreams are stronger. I think I'll see him soon. I shouldn't sleep with any of you in here."