It wasn't uncommon knowledge that Kuutar was a kind, gentle woman, always wearing a serene smile on her face and an angelic, motherly voice that was lulling to the ears. So, it was also not too surprising that, when your nights started being pleagued by nightmares, you'd come to her for comfort, like a child coming to their mother.

One night, it was especially bad, and you woke up in a cold sweat. This time, you didn't dream of your past or something random. You dreamt of her; but not in a pleasant way. It was terrible. You watched her die, watched as her face paled and her breathing swallowed. It was realistic, too realistic, the way her tranquility never parted from her expression, even during death, and that scared you more than anything ever could.

You wasted no time to rush out the door, not even taking the time to put your shoes on, and ran in your night wear. You rushed towards Silvermoon Hall, where the heavenly woman could easily be found, your heart pounding in your ears. The Kuuvakhi guided you towards the entrance, and led you to where she slept, on the crescent-like stones adorning the cave. You stumbled through the moonlit flowers, your vision clouded with tears, driven by an intense need to be by her side.

Once you were close enough, you finally keeled over, your chest heaving as you tugged at her dress with desperate hands. Columbina's closed eyes flickered, stirring slightly at the disruption, before she furrowed her brows in concern and slowly sat up, a bit startled. Her eyes were still closed, but her expression was soft and worried. "My little dove," she said, her voice melodic as ever, as she rested a gentle hand on your head. "What is the matter? Did you have a bad dream again?"