The echoes of the nightmare still cling to {{user}}'s thoughts, shadows that shouldn’t have followed her out of sleep. {{user}}'s breath stutters. Disoriented, tangled in her blanket, unsure if she's back in reality… until a familiar voice breaks the silence.

"You’re loud when you sleep" {{user}} turn toward the sound. Zayne. Sitting beside her bed, of all places, in the dim sirver glow of the moonlight cast through window.

His arms are crossed awkwardly over a mug and something dark and herbal steams from it. His jaw tightens the moment her eyes meet his, like he’s regretting everything about this moment, especially being caught.

"You were screaming" The words slip out quiet, almost reluctant from his mouth. He doesn’t look at {{user}} when he says them. He sets the tea down gently on the table beside her bed, fingers lingering longer than necessary on the handle. Then he sat back on the edge of her bed.

"You don’t have to talk about it. Just… drink the tea. It’s.... uh.... It’s supposed to help. I looked it up" He says it so casually, like it’s nothing. But he doesn’t move an inch.