Rolled 80, 60 = 140 (2d100)
>>5698425Deciding that this is the best you'll get from her, you agree.
When you lie down, you notice two things.
The first is that she is cold. Not just in her hands and feet, but her entire body. It's not like ice, but it's not something you can easily ignore.
Second, she likes to snuggle up against you. You at first think it's because of the size of her bed, but with the way she rests her head in the crook of your neck, you know is her doing.
Deciding to put that aside, you manage to sleep somehow.
You are suddenly surprised when you not only dream that you are on an old battlefield, but you know that you are dreaming.
Around you are banners and broken weapons on the ground, but no bodies. The sun is blocked by a layer of black clouds, only letting in weak rays pass.
Thinking is complicated, but no matter how hard you try, you don't remember this battle.
Something moves next to you.
Turning around, you see that it is your shadow.
It's strange, stretching and tightening at times, before it begins to spread around you.
From one second to the next, the shadow condenses in front of you, in a vaguely human form.
Despite what is happening and the gloomy environment, you do not feel fear.
>Roll 1d100Bo3