Margaery, who did not often dream, had been haunted by Suiteheart's nightmares as well. She was concerned about them for a vastly different reason though, a reason that she could not possibly bring up to Suite lest she disturb something delicate. She was treading carefully admittedly, every thought in her head cautiously crafted and every word contemplated and pondered until it was censored enough to be acceptable. Was it a pleasant way to live? No, but she was bonded to her wife and thus had to act accordingly. Shutting off the bond had been an option - one that she had actually given quite a bit of thought to - but she knew that Suiteheart would be beyond angry with her if she went through with that. Besides, Margaery struggled to feel close to anything when she and Suite were not connected. Nobody would win if she chose that "solution".

As always, the Lieutenant had been lulled in by the very presence of her wife, her expression a jumble of different emotions. [color=#b14767]"Mea vita," She breathed quietly, [color=#b14767]"What's all this?" She was staring at the book and the almost finished dream catcher now. Was that going to do anything? A part of her was skeptical. Despite being an immortal who hailed from a family of vampires and had a grandmother who had dabbled in the dark arts, she still found things as simple as dream catchers to be a bit questionable. Then again, if Suite found comfort in the object, who was she to deny her such?

She sat down then, tail wrapping around her paws, stare unwavering. [color=#b14767]"Do you think it'll help, love?" Margaery finally inquired, figuring that she might as well air her concerns aloud. Suite's dreams were recurring and terrible- what power did a tiny dream catcher have over them?