Scarlett gave him a small smile over Stephie's sleeping form. "Nothing," she promised. "Are you okay?" she whispered, considering concern on her face. She was always worried about them now. She was always scared for all three of them. The Templar. The god-damned fucking Templar and the way they could get into her head. The nightmares of them from the old days came so infrequently these days, but now they were back in full force. It didn't seem to matter that she had escaped the sort of tortures that last time had brought. Still in her dreams she was cold and naked in a cell, the scold's bridle weight down on her head and the thumb screws tight on her broken, frozen fingers.