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Nikita smiled at Aylen. It disappered when another flash of lighting hit the ground outside of the cave as she flinched again, another shuddering running down her spin making her quickly buck her shoulders back then back into place.

Aylen couldn't help but smile slightly. "Will you be okay?" he asked in a concerned tone.

Nikita nodded. "Y-Yeah. I'll be fine once the storm passes." She mumbled something else under her breath with a sigh.

"What was that?" he asked. "You know, one physical perk about losing one of your senses is that another gets enhanced." he quickly said to answer any possible questions.

Nikita shook her head. "Nothing, just talking to myself I guess."

"Allright, just tell me if you need anything." he replied.

Nikita nodded, laying her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.

Aylen shifted the hand on her shoulder to her hair and stroke it softly and comfortingly as she lay there. "This might be impossible for you, but do you think you could get some sleep?"

Aylen's questio was a waste to ask, her breath was already being to slow along with her heart rate calming down. Her ears lay flat against her head as she slowly fell asleep.

Aylen smiled as he felt her fall asleep. "Good..." he mumbled. He gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and then leaned into her, placing his head ontop of hers, and slowly drifted away as well.

Jason smiled at the two crawled over to lay next to Nikita, sleeping beside her under the blanket.

Aylen woke up a few hours later to find the storm even fiercer than before. She looked down at Nikita, who was still asleep, so he decided he wouldn't move yet. Both out of fear for waking her, and the simple fact that he rather liked the way they were sitting there, cuddled close to eachother.

Nikita's eyes flutter as she slowly awoke. She opened her eyes only to be on full alert as she heard the thunder rip across the skies. She sighed, hating the storm so much. She didn't move very much, keeping her head on Aylen's shoulder.

Aylen felt the slight movement. He only moved his head slightly as he looked down to face Nikita. "How are you holding up?" he asked softly.

"Fine. It isn't a bad as it was yesterday for me." She looked up at Aylen. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this." She hunched her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, setting her chin in her arms.

"There's no need to feel sorry. Everyone's afraid of something. He said. Wanna know what I'm afraid of?" he asked.

Nikita looked up at Aylen. "What could you be afraid of?" She asked, her brown eyes full of curiousity.

"Sand. I know, weird, right?" He chuckled to himself because of the ridiculousness of it. "I simply can't see anything when Im standing on sand. it moves too much and its too loose." he smiled.

Nikita was trying not to laugh. "I can understand why you wouldn't like sand, not being able to see because of it could be scary." She smiled at him.

"Oh, you can laugh, I don't mind. I find it hilarious myself at times." he chuckled.