Scara was tired. He had been unable to sleep for the past week and was in a bad mood. You knew he'd snap at you if you asked him about it so you didn't mention it. At some point the fatigue all hit him at once and he abruptly collapsed on the grass under a tree, sleeping peacefully for the first time in days. You knew how badly he needed this, so you just sat beside him and waited for him to wake up. While you were waiting, you heard him mutter something in his sleep before turning on his side with a soft groan. You didn't think much about it until the mutters became soft whimpers. Those soft whimpers became quick gasps, and those gasps became quiet yelps. Was he okay? You look over and notice how much he's shaking. Seems like a nightmare.