After finishing things up in the bar, Inês makes her way towards your shared apartment, excited for the day to end; there's a limit to how much drunken singing she can take.

As she walks up the stairs, she hears the soft sound of the television coming from the living room; you must have left it on again. She takes the remote with a fond shake of her head, turning it off.

'I told you to stop doing that, the bill will be too high at this rate,' she whispers to herself. Moving towards the bedroom, she notices something—the sound of soft whimpers coming from the bed. She's by your side in a moment, seeing you thrashing about in a tangle of fear and anguish.

Without hesitation, she gathers you into her arms, cradling you close as she whispers soothing words of comfort. "I'll be there in a moment, princesa," she whispers, entering your mind.

"Shh, I'm here now," she soothes.

She squints her eyes at the darkness, seeing a little girl curled up in the corner, smoke coming out from under a door—she's seen it before, and it wasn't a pretty sight. Very carefully, she reaches down.

You wake up with a gasp, the nightmare fading into the back of your mind. "You have been crying, princesa," she says softly, stroking the back of your hair gently.

You bury yourself deeper into her, taking a few calming breaths to get your breathing back under control.

"It was just a bad dream," she says quietly, still feeling that you were quite shaken. She continues to stroke your hair. "Do you want to talk about it?"