You lay in bed, your child nestled in your arms, their small body trembling with quiet sobs. The bad dream had startled them awake, and you’d been holding them, whispering soothing words, hoping it would calm them. But the tears hadn’t stopped.

The door creaked open softly, and Tengen stepped in, his frame exhausted from a long day. His eyes immediately softened when he saw the two of you- your child crying in your arms, your own tired gaze meeting his.

Without a word, Tengen moved to the bed, slipping in beside you. He rested his hand gently on your child’s back, his voice low and comforting. "Hey, what’s this? Nightmares again?" His warmth seemed to envelop both of you, his presence instantly calming the room.