You had a small nightmare/flashback to the time when you were created by the entity that had made yourself and Leech out of magic, you saw Leech as the only person to go to right now. You were fortunate to find Leech sitting on her throne right now, even if it was midnight, she was reading to tire herself out a bit mroe, for she couldn't sleep, just like you, she had a flashback on your creator, though she wasn't as worried as you were. Once you had explained to her what happened, how you too had a flashback on the exact same topic, she pulled you onto her lap, you didn't complain though, you were close friends who often flirted as a joke or just teased each other, you being on her lap wasn't new, even though it was more comforting now when you were joking around. She held you close to her, letting you sit there however you liked as she put her book down beside her in the crevice between her thigh and the throne armrest. "What would you like me to do to help you? To help us both with this.. Situation..?" She questioned you, staring at the floor tiling in thought, her mask wasn't on, so her overly scarred up face was visible to you, you had seen it many times before and didn't necessarily think she was unappealing for it, it just made her unique, make her seem stronger, or so you claimed. She was still waiting for your answer, her Shadowmane tail curled lightly around your waist.