'Something is wrong.'

That was the witch's first thought when she rose from her bed-strange phantom pain in her upper left arm.

Climbing from her mattress, dressed in her sleepwear (the dapper purple shirt of her demon contract..and partner), she walked along the halls of their home. Passing through the hauntingly tranquil corridor, she sighed, the previous thought banging on her mind as her ache in her arm became a bit more profound.

"Demi?" She questioned as she knocked on her partner's bedroom door. Not receiving an answer wasn't new.

'He could out-sleep like the dead.' Connie mused with a grin as she slowly
crept in, a common practice.

She had many times when she needed a bit of affection or closeness. 'Tonight is definitely one of those nights.' She admitted to herself, the nightmare playing back in her psyche.

An abhorrent scene of her Steven being kept from her by colleagues. a barrier of lighting caused by her teacher, and the Crystal witches separated them as purple flames burned around them. Her arm, bleeding the heat as Steven seemed to reach out and then move away from her. Burns on his face.

Burns...
She burned him...
Did she burn Steven?
No..no..that wasn't...She would scorch the world down before him.
And they halted her from helping him!?
She was a second away from searing them all when she awoke.

"Steven?" Her voice whispered into the darkroom that always smelled of wildflowers. Distress filled her heart as she saw an empty space. Her lips pursed in an upward pout, as did her nose, her left brow very slightly crinkled as her eyes dimmed somewhat.

"Something is wrong." She muttered as she felt her arm ached and felt as if it was burning. Her dream, playing back again.

"Gotta find Steven."

A simple task as she looked toward her contract mark on her right hand and concentrated on it.
On him.

Her eyes watered, and her heart shook horribly as she felt his sorrows. She shook her head and rushed out the back door of their home, along the marble and stone path and stopping at his greenhouse. Gradually, she reached for the door as if afraid of what she was about to witness and pulled it open.

She moved fast when she saw him. His arm took her by surprise..but his tears..his agonizing.

That is what propels her to his side, to protect him, to comfort him.

To look upon his burn less face and feel a second of relief before wiping his tears and assuring that he didn't hurt her...and in turn doing the same for herself.