Kyrtaar listened to Aevah's analysis of Elves versus Humans and silently agreed. He had come to mostly the same conclusions himself. When they went to sleep, the night terrors returned to Kyrtaar. He was walking across a field, an endless field. The horizon never moved, and there were no rolling hills to this earth. It was a flat grassy plain. As he silently walked, he saw a tree, and seeing no other options, approached. As he got closer and closer, the Earth below him started to cave in. It started as just the ground sucking at his feet, making walking harder and harder, but it became a literal pit as the very Earth itself tried to grab his soul. He ran to the tree and climbed it in desperation, but the Earth devoured the tree as well. Kyrtaar felt the pressure and heat of the young planet crushing and devouring him in a grim reminder that even the ground he stood on was a cosmological entity that longed for his soul. 

Kyrtaar awoke several hours before Aevah, as he generally slept no more than 4 or 5 hours a night. He sat with his eyes closed, meditating on his dreams, and feeling for once, calm in the wash of the moon. When Aevah awoke, he would glance at her, and see the sweat beads on her forehead. When stirred and started packing, he did as well. He placed his bed roll in the side saddle, and took a drink of water from his canteen. He wrapped his cloak around his body, and equipped his sword and bow to his back, and mounted the horse. As they started the journey to the forest, Kyrtaar looked at Aevah again "Sleep well?" He asked, almost knowing from the distraught look on her face and sweat that she didn't. But if she lied and said yes, he wouldn't press her for anything.