[Percy hasn't had those dreams, mostly because his dreams tend to run towards figuring out some new gadget or trinket he's been working on for a bit. Some nights he dreams of Whitestone, of indistinct figures, a small girl with red horns holding his hand, but the details always vanish into smoke when he wakes up.
He went to sleep three hours ago, coaxed out of his workshop and into bed. He makes a soft little noise now as Vex shakes him awake and blinks blearily at her, then yawns.
He's got work in four hours. He should be sleeping by now, but the look on Vex's face wipes away all trace of sleep. All right—he'll just call in.]
Don't apologize. Whatever it is that's woken you, tell me.
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He went to sleep three hours ago, coaxed out of his workshop and into bed. He makes a soft little noise now as Vex shakes him awake and blinks blearily at her, then yawns.
He's got work in four hours. He should be sleeping by now, but the look on Vex's face wipes away all trace of sleep. All right—he'll just call in.]
Don't apologize. Whatever it is that's woken you, tell me.