"You've got your mother's thirst for blood. And she said Sileas was a bad example." Brie shook her head.

"They're momzers. I'd have liked to see them die after what they did." Yehudit said defensively.

And like her mother, no reasoning with her. Brie went out to the other room, pondering peeking in one of the boxes.

Yehudit resumed poking Sileas. "Psst, wake up!"

Sileas, unfortunately, was dreaming about being in a fight. She raised her arm and swung at Yehudit in her sleep.

Yehudit was knocked off the bed with a bloody nose.

"Hey!" Yehudit cried.

Sileas rolled over, murmuring phrases she would use when fighting someone.

Yehudit realized that Sileas was dreaming, it sounded like a nightmare.

"Wake up!" Yehudit shouted.

Brie rushed back in. "Yehudit Buckley! Stop trying to wake her up! Get your arse out in the other room! NOW!"

"She's having a nightmare!" Yehudit said, pointing at her bleeding nose.

"She doesn't sound frightened. She...sometimes dreams of being in a fight. She might be fighting to protect someone."

"She could hurt herself." Yehudit said. "She has to wake up."

Sileas rolled over again, her arms wrapped around her pillow. She whispered Larrigan's name over and over.

Yehudit blushed. "Er... out out out."

Sileas started crying. "Couldn't save him, couldn't..."

"Now it's a nightmare." Brie hurried over to Sileas. "Sileas? It's Mama, I'm here." Sileas sat up and threw herself into her mother's arms.

Yehudit scowled. "If you let me wake her I could've spared her that!"

BRie glared at Yehudit as she held Sileas, rocking her gently.

"You know it's true." Yehudit said, wiping her bloody nose. "Sileas, Wulfsen is probably going to come around to talk to you soon."

Sileas was only half awake and was upset that Larrigan would never know of or know his child. Yehudit's words didn't reach her.

"Oy! Sileas! Wipe that drool off your cheek." Yehudit ordered.

Sileas let out a shuddering sigh.

Yehudit poked Sileas. "You want Wulfsen to see you like this?"

Sileas shook her head quietly.

"Then wipe that droll off your face... And your hair almost looks as bad as Mama's." Yehudit fussed.