Ay, there's the rub.

The sky was vast and open and unfamiliar to The Outlander, standing on the ruins atop a sheer hillside on a world he'd never been to before. Grey clouds like horsetails drifted high above in the purple sky. "Where is this?" he said aloud.

"I don't remember the name. Just the pretty sky. So big, so open. So beautiful, after being trapped inside those walls for so long. I'd forgetten there was a sky," a voice said.

The Outlander turned, and saw Vaylin standing next to him. "This is one of your memories."

"It's rude to look through a lady's memories without being invited, you know. It's like peeking through her drawers to see her underwear. Assuming that I wear any," Vaylin said with a feral grin. She was playing with him, as she had in life.

"You brought me here, so I'd have to say that counts as an invitation," The Outlander said.

"And you want to check, is that right?" she said, her yellow eyes glinting as she spread her hands by her waist. He knew she was up to something but tried to brace himself, but he barely registered the aura of the **** before she released a shockwave that knocked him flat on his back, unable to move and winded. She strode arrogantly over to him, and placed a booted foot on his chest. "Fine, then. Check," Valyin said, and began slowly pulling the long hem of her dress up, baring the dark leather of her high boots, then pale tattooed thighs, before more bare flesh, pink and clean-shorn, was visible to him. "See what you missed out on?" she said, and began to laugh. The laughter faded into nothingness, and he was alone.

He woke up in his sleeping back in the shelter. It was still dark, but he could hear movement. A strong hand touched him.

"You were struggling in your sleep. Are you alright?" Senya's voice asked him from nearby in the darkness.

"Odd dream. Sorry I woke you up."

"I wasn't asleep."

"Oh."

There was an audible silence for a few moments.

"I... I am not use to asking for favors, but..."

The Outlander sat up slightly, turning to where her voice was coming from. "Anything I can do to help, you just have to ask."

"Then... I need to be comforted. I haven't had anyone I could turn to for that, for a very long time. Maybe never," she said, the last part softer and perhaps not meant to be heard.

The Outlander reached out towards her in the dark and found her upper arm, and he unzipped his sleeping bag and sat up so he could hold her in his arms. He felt her head on his shoulder, and the soft warm wetness of tears. He held her for a long time.