Issac shook all over. Tears streaked his face and he whimpered. He buried his face in Rospiel's chest. He hated that these nightmares plagued him. He hated it so much. Though he was told they were to be expected, he had been a prisoner and abused for to many years. Soon he had calmed down but he doesn't move from Rospiel's lap. He reached up and stroked the demons horns.