I have been having strange dreams of late, of the past colliding with the present. My slumbering mind sees images of Bearn. He visits the house and speaks with me at length, informing me that he and his family are well and happy whilst checking on my wellfare and that of my lover. It is an odd mixture of what once was and that which is, but in its own way it is pleasant. To think that he looks out for me still, even over such a distance and perhaps only in my minds eye, is nevertheless comforting.
Cyfier has, by this time, healed nicely. The poison is gone from his system and his strentgh is largely regained. Still we remain here, hiding from the world. He shows no sign of wishing to leave, seeming quite content to stay here with me. Perhaps this temporary domesticity sits well with him. Perhaps if he lingers here long enough he will set aside the aggression and give up this terrible quest.
In the meantime, my frequent bouts of nausea continue. Based on the symptoms, I have my suspicions as to the cause but I cannot confirm anything at this time. Indeed, the very idea borders on the fantastical given my past. I keep this hidden from my love, of course. I do not wish to bother him with vague possibilties that are so far-fetched as to be beyond belief. I barely wish to think on it myself for I know not if I would be relieved or disappointed were my conjectures proven false.
