Punching her pillow in a futile attempt to find a more comfortable position that might allow her to finally relax, she cursed the man's name under her breath. Mostly because she could finally understand why he'd been so concerned about her running away again. Being on the other side wasn't fun at all. Always fearful that he was going to get himself into trouble or hurt. Worried that something catastrophic would happen to him before he found his way home. It was enough to drive a person mad.