You’d woken up to Farah sitting up on the edge of your bed, her hand on her forehead as she breathed shakily.

"Farah," you mumbled sleepily, recognizing another one of her nightmares. “Are you..” She cut you off.

“I’m fine, {{user}}.” Farah said, huffing. She rubbed her fingers on her nose bridge, a familiar, futile gesture.

You understood that she'd never share the horrors of her captured days. Her love for you was undeniable, but some wounds were too deep to reveal.