>>5209313>>5209320>>5209340>>5209386"D'you want to talk about it after dinner?" You ask.
"I guess." She replies.
It's not long before you've finished dinner and Martha starts washing up, at which time, you give Holly a nudge and nod to your tent.
Fie sees you go and gives you a smile and a thumbs up, before you go in and indicate for Holly to sit down.
"Alright, it's just us." You say, making yourself comfortable on your sleeping bag.
She takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly.
"Okay. So, um... you know that dream the other night?" She asks.
"How could I forget?" You ask rhetorically.
"Well, um... I've been feeling... less scared since you um, shattered that thing." She says awkwardly. "Judy's Gardevoir said it was a representation of um..." She trails off, then shakes her head. "Of my fear of my father." She fidgets. "Apparently, what you did amounted to, er... psychic spring-cleaning. And I've been feeling more confident and less afraid since." She explains.
"You don't owe me anything for that." You say. "I couldn't just stand by and let that thing throw you around." You note. "Besides, it could've turned on the rest of us."
She shakes her head.
"It wouldn't have." She says, with certainty. "Still..." She fidgets. "I've... um... been having <span class="mu-i">other</span> dreams since..." She says, now starting to blush. "Nicer ones..."
>Oh yeah? What about?>Nod and let her continue.>Other