He knew he shouldn’t feel so ashamed but he did. This wouldn’t have happened had he been more aware of himself. He had been feeling bad and seeing things that were a sign he should have put her off but with the strain they have been experiencing he feared in doing so. Especially since she had thought he had been seeing another woman apparently. The little hybrid was a lovely creature but she was nothing compared to his Kamaria. So on that front, he was glad he had gotten that cleared up instead of leaving her with her thoughts but this was lingering on dangerous. Had he actually been fully looking at her he would have likely noticed the way she was clutching her wrist he had once held onto. However, he felt too ashamed to give her direct eye contact. He kept his gaze pointed elsewhere but on her because he knew he should have told her to begin with.

Her question only caused him to peek at her and before he could really speak she answered herself. ”Only if I am exhausted.” he said. ”Then they can overpower me and I kind of fade out for a short time. Sometimes when I am pushed back I can restore energy like a power nap.” Sometimes it worked sometimes it didn’t but apparently he was lucky it did. ”No it wasn’t. That was a spirit that had been lingering around. I see them often whether in dreams or in visions…. Or sometimes just roaming the halls.” one wouldnnt’ believe the spirit-infested place this castle was but then again there was also a lot of deaths. ”Im a target because I am their only connection to the real world. So they follow me. I’m like a beacon and they are attracted to it.” So that meant whether he left an area or not they would follow there would always be a spirit trying to come through and talk to him. There would always be one trying to take over. He got absolutely no rest but rest was the only thing he had to honestly fight against them.

She then started speaking about that being her brother and he furrowed his brows. ”He felt malicious.” he said. ”Why is he so angry?”

He was having a hard time maintaining eye contact. She was truly the only person who could do that to him as not even his mother could make him feel as ashamed as he felt right now. Kamaria held so much power of him that it was hard to hide sometime. He weakly nodded his head and peeked up at her for a moment before allowing his eyes to drop again. ”It's not really something you can just bring up in conversation.” though she never truly asked what his power was either. He guessed she probably assumed he didn’t have one. Of course, the way he had nightmares and with as many as he had it probably suggested something was going on. He listened as she spoke and at her question, he shrugged. He had never felt so defeated in his life. ”I never told anyone about it but my mother… so I never tried.” He answered. She was then getting off the bed and moved to where she was by his side. His eyes followed her and it was then he noticed the way she was clutching her arm.

”I did hurt you. Didn’t I.” he said. She then started to say what he could probably want and why he felt so violent. His brows furrowed at her words though and seemed to come up with a dumb expression. ”That’s a silly thing the be upset with you about. It's not like it's your fault he died.” Spirits were such complicated silly things in his opinions though it wasn’t the first time he had heard one say something as ridiculous as that though. In fact, his best friend who lurked the dark corners of his mind was pretty upset with him about his own death.

She touched his face and his eyes lift up to her brown eyes and his expression weakened a little. ”Not like I told you….” and then he could see a different worry cloud her expression. Her question though sounded a little weird to him and he once again shrugged. ”I don’t know. Never had one try… I should probably get in touch with other Mediums and maybe they can help me understand it better. So far I have just been winging it.” he rubbed the back of his neck and made a soft embarrassed sound. ” He say something about it?”

It was him but perhaps not consciously. Either way, he felt guilty for it happening in the first place. It had been his hand that had bruised her soft skin. Biting his bottom lip, he started to chew on it as he laid in thought. His eyes unfocused as he stared off blankly attempting to put everything together in his head. He was jealous because of Kamaria living and was somehow going to kick him out of his body as punishment to her? He wasn’t entirely sure that could even happen but with the spirit world…. He couldn’t say it wasn’t all that impossible. There was still so much he didn’t quite understand about his power or that world. That world had so many different rules that didn’t abide by their laws. ”well I know a spirit can inhabit a body that had recently… died? But it's a small window and why on earth would he want yours though?”

It was then the color suddenly drained from his face as his gray eyes turned to her in an almost horror. He knew exactly what he was trying to do now. He didn’t want Kamaria he wanted the babe. Words were lost on him though as he watched Kamaria wince in pain and overcome with an ill feeling. The stress of everything was weighing heavily on her and it wasn’t hard to see. Shifting a little bit as he allowed his features to start smoothing over. She spoke with an almost weak but soft tone and a frown was now tugging the corners of his lips down. He reached over to gently touch her unharmed arm with a feather touch. ”You need to rest.” He was worried. Not only now because the spirit was clearly talking about the babe in her womb… a brand new vessel to obtain with barely any life…… but also because this stress was not good for her or the unborn child.

”Lay down with me.” he said softly to her. He was in no way going to be falling asleep but at this point, she looked like she might pass out if she didn’t get herself calmed down. Shifting back up onto the bed he moved to where his back could rest against the headboard extending his arm out to her. If she followed to lay down against him he would wrap his arm around her and kiss the top of his head. He just wished he knew how to stop this and the only true thing he had was to go talk to someone who was strong in this type of magic. A heavy but silent sigh escaped him, chest rising and falling. ”We’ll figure it out…. Just rest for now.” he encouraged her running his fingers softly along her side as he glanced down at her. He hoped she would go with what he said.