The following was a dream I had last night. The woman I saw is unknown yet she seemed to familiar…for now her name shall be Fia

I was riding on horseback, following a Fia as she walked down the streets of England. She wore a cloak, dark and concealed, as if she didn’t want to be seen. Strange she would do this, she is usually so open and trusting. She made movement to glance behind herself—I quickly hid the horse and I with magic—seeing no one, she continued on.
Finally she came to a warehouse. She pulled the door open and went inside. I got off my horse and followed, reaching the door as it closed shut. She looked at the door startled while I believed she had seen me. But no, I had forgotten I was invisible to the human eye. I closed the door and watched as Fia slowly calmed herself. She reached into her cloak and pulled out a knife, a knife I recognized as my own. She held the weapon as if to stab herself!
I rushed forward and grabbed her arm, ending my invisibility in doing so. “Fia!” I cried. “What are you doing?”
“Sam!” she cried (that is what she said), her urgency in her voice matching my own.
So she didn’t want me to find her
I pulled the knife from her grasp, (it came from her fingers easily, as if she had lost the strength I had known three days prior). “Why?” I demanded. “Why?”
Tears ran from Fia’s eyes, her shoulder length red-brown hair wet from the walk in the rain. Her dark eyes couldn’t meet my own. “I…” She was hiding something, something grave. “I….” Her voice was soft, she was scared…of what?
I said nothing more…only my eyes told her my feelings.
“Sam…” she whispered. “I…I do not want…” Her voice failed her.
“What is it?” I asked softly, gently; reaching for her. My fingers caressed her hair, pressing them against her head. She faintly cringed, resisted, (a normal human would have never felt it, but I did). My fingers slid underneath her wet hair to the still dry flesh underneath.
“No…” she whispered, as my other hand touched her cheek. “lease…no…”
But she did not resist as my hand went from her cheek to her forehead, and moved the bangs from her eyes; feeling her forehead. It was hot, over heating; sweat, not rain on the flesh.
Ah…she has the fever.
“Why didn’t you come to me?” I asked. “Why?”
“I didn’t want…to be a burden.” Fria said. “I didn’t want to hold you back any longer.”
“I am an Elani,” I said. “I can cleanse this.”
“But there are many far worthier than I, people who have a place in this world.” She didn’t say she didn’t have a place but she didn’t have to; I could read her beautiful features I know what she knew. But…she was wrong…and in a way, I was as well. For not telling her; telling her she did have a place, a place at my side.
“If I lose you, Fia, I lose the reason why I live in this world,” I said. The words came strong and insisting, to my surprise, yet I knew it was the truth. If she died…the reason for what I did would be…gone…

My dream ended right here. I wish I could understand it but I do not. I am stumped by the fact that 1. I am in England, 2. The young woman resembled not one but two of my dearest friends whom I have great affection for, 3. How did Elani become part of the dream? It is a title for a certain fanfic I am writing currently and the setting was definitely not where an Elani was supposed to be. Oh well, in dreams anything can happen.