Bandits grabbed Tymora as she exited her carriage. She struggled wildly, trying to call for help from her driver, the other passenger of the carriage, anyone. But no-one came. The bandits cut her clothes off, and tied her to a tree, as several of them stripped themselves. She struggled wildly, screaming. The bandit was about to close the distance between them, when she woke up, panting.
Unable to get back to sleep, Tymora paced the room, trying to calm herself down, until she heard a tentative knock on the door joining her rooms to Elenara’s. Tymora put on a dressing gown, which could barely contain her breasts, and opened the door.
Elenara stood there, the streaks of dried tears on her face.
“You had a bad dream, too?” she asked. Tymora indicated she should come in, and both sat down on the couch.
“We were in the carriage,” Elenara explained “Except you went out to scout instead of me. You were caught, and calling for help, but I was so scared, I didn’t come to help you. I’m not strong or brave like you.”
“That was your dream?” Tymora asked “I had the same dream in reverse, except the bandits tried to have their way with me. I was terrified. But are you saying we somehow shared a dream? How is that even possible?”