"It's okay, Claire. I'm right here," Heror said, responding to his name. He was a little desperate and hugged her tightly. "I'm right here, Claire."
She gripped his shirt, pressing close to him. "Heror..." She whined. Claire finally jerked awake, her eyes flying open, full of panic and pain.
Heror was a bit startled by her jerking movements, but stayed calm. "Claire?" He said softly.
Claire whined and pressed her face into the crook of his neck. "We...we have to leave." She whispered. "We have to..."
"I know," Heror said, kissing her forehead. "We'll leave later today if you want." He didn't know how she liked riding the dragon, but he didn't want to force anything upon her.
"No. Now. We have to leave. Bad things..." Claire tugged on his shirt. "We have to leave now."
"On the dragon?" Heror asked, throwing the sheet off of him and standing up. He was being as cautious as he could be.
Claire whimpered and whined, grabbing his arms. "Yes, of course. Don't leave me. I need...touch."
"But..." Heror brushed a strand of hair out of Claire's ace. "You said you wanted to leave now." He didn't want to leave now, though. He just wanted to be with Claire right now.
"Hold my hand. We go now. But hold my hand." Claire stood. "I feel them here, Heror. When you let go it feels like they'll take me again..."
Heror held her hand. "I got you," he said. "Now lets get out of here." He pulled Claire up from the bed and rushed down the hall and down the stairs with her. Just a few more steps and they'd be out the door.
Claire yelped, her hand slipping from his, She collapsed, seeming unconscious. She started trembling.
"Claire!" He panicked. She looked like she was in another nightmare. Well... A sleeping nightmare. He acted quickly. Picking g her up in his arms and sprinting out the door. He went to the barn out back, and set her Dow gently. "Claire?" He managed.
Claire grabbed his arm, her nails digging into his skin. "Galvas..." She breathed. "Won't let go...won't let go..."
Heror grabbed her hand and cupped it in his. His pulse was unhealily high and sweat rolled down his forehead. "Yes he will, Claire!" He said desperately. "But you have to let go of him!" He choked and ducked his head to his hands. "Please come back, Claire."
She groaned, arching. "Heror, you're not helping." She breathed. "Magic trap...need calm..." She took his hand. She was strugging to be conscious but managing, just barely.
It all clicked in Heror's mind. He had let his panicked emotions get the best of him again. He tried as best he could to calm down, and it worked, mostly because he knew how important it was. He relaxed his grip on her hands and breathed. Magic was still more complicated than he thought.
"Get me away from here." Claire breathed. "Take me somewhere remote. Very remote."
Heror nodded, slipping her onto the dragon and lifting off. He flew away from the house. Away from civilization, until he spotted a grassy, wooded grove down below next to a lake. He landed there and peered out. "Remote," he muttered to himself.
Claire relaxed a little. She sighed. "I'm so stupid and blind." She muttered, rubbing her temples.