He had literally just fallen asleep when the most deafening sound ripped into his ears. His hearing was superb so to take a scream head-on, well it was rather painful. The arm that once held Nixie on the cot was now housing his poor, ringing hers. He recoiled from the cot and found himself doubled over in pain.

This was the absolute worst!

But no, it had to get better. A growl had to follow as did wicked thrashing. Something was coming and that something wanted him dead, that much he assumed. He wouldn't even get to live one day without this woman getting him killed. To think, hours ago he was worried about possibly liking her. Well, after this little event, he was certain that was the worst idea possible. She would be the death of him, that much was absolutely certain.

Thankfully, Eleanor and the twins were the first to arrive. A bunch of shocked eyes poked into the room behind her, but quickly realized what had happened. Snickering, they wandered back to their slumber while Eleanor sent the kids to calm their raging brother.

Cringing again for he could still hear the scream in his skull, he twisted his agonized face toward Eleanor.

"Sorry about that," he stuttered. His eye twitched and his teeth grit together.

His head was in pain, more so the nape of it. It was tender around his special organ, which meant he wouldn't be able to control his powers too well. That being said, he did his best to keep his hands at his sides. If he accidentally pointed them the wrong way, a gust of wind might blow Eleanor into tomorrow!

With a restless sigh, he finally took a seat on one of the cots. It was best to be seated when his powers were flared to this extent.

"Don't suppose you have water," he said between clenched teeth. He forced his gaze on Nixie. She was the one of water. Surely she could produce him a cup. Really, anything at this point would help numb his headache.

Hanging his head between his knees, he sighed. "Had I known this was to be my fate, I would have just turned myself over to Janora or whatever her name was." Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to will the aches away. It was to no anvil though. He was definitely going to need to rest to get ride of this killer, massive headache.

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Melik, the master of sleeping through anything, never woke. No matter how his body was shoved, pushed, and stepped on, he wouldn't waken. He was blessed with this uncanny ability to sleep through anything. Literally anything. Perhaps it was Rroy's doing. For a few years, Melik would cuddle beside Rroy. Rroy, unused to having a body that close, would inadvertently create pillars of ice around his sleeping form. Melik's body learned to naturally contort to avoid being skewered. It was a talent, really. Perhaps one he could and should boast about.

Granted, when morning rolled around, he would be most displeased to miss out on the events. Poking fun of Fritz for sleeping with someone would have been a fun thing to do!