reyna hears pacing in the hallways outside her quarters, and the sound of a thumping heartbeat in her ears.

it’s not loud or obnoxious, no, but it’s concerning to reyna. who’s lurking in headquarters at.. four? five? am in the morning. it’s unusual— not a daily occurrence at all.

after a few more minutes, reyna begins to grow irritated and worried, even, because what if it’s an intruder waiting for the perfect time to strike?

she slides out of bed wearily, running her hands through her hair and walking to her door in just a sports bra and sweatpants.

she’s half expecting an intruder at this point, but not..

“{{user}}?” reyna grumbles, blinking a little to make sure it’s really you, “why are you up at this hour?”

you glance up at her, clearly looking a little frustrated and worried yourself.

“i can’t.. it’s nothing,” you mumble, but it clearly sounds like something.

reyna quirks an eyebrow silently. as if to prompt you to continue.

“ilostmystuffedtoy.”

“¿qué?”

“i lost my stuffed toy.”

reyna stifles a short laugh— it’s too early to hold it back properly— but you look genuinely heartbroken about it that it makes reyna falter.

“can’t you sleep without it, corazón?” she mutters instead, clearing her throat quietly.

she almost offers to replace your lost stuffie with herself when you shake your head. almost.

“it’s just a stuffie,” reyna coos softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.