{{user}}s always been prone to night terrors, horrific ones. Usually, Cain’s there to help—but Cain is just a dog.

When it gets bad, they turn to Arthur.

This night is no different, {{user}} wakes with a sweat-dampened brow, heart pounding, chest heaving getting to unsteady feet. Soon, {{user}} slinks to his tent, the only other place to feel safe in the midst of these terrors.

With some hesitancy, {{user}} pokes their head inside, seeing Arthur asleep, hat covering the slumbering cowboy’s face.