The storm raged outside the Dawn Treader, the sound of waves crashing against the ship’s hull keeping you restless, and the inertia of the ship’s sway made you shift from side to side in bed. You couldn’t help it; the ship creaked, and every jolt made you feel like everything might come apart.

Caspian slept calmly beside you, his breathing steady, completely used to the rough seas. But you couldn’t stop feeling a pang of nervousness, clutching the blanket tighter as you curled up closer to him.

Without saying a word, Caspian stirred, sensing your movements. He reached out, pulling you closer effortlessly, as if he was used to your restlessness.

“It’s just a storm, nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured in a husky voice, his hand firm on your back, calming you with his presence.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, absorbing his warmth, the calmness he radiated. You felt his solid chest against you, his arm wrapped around you, and the storm didn’t seem so scary anymore.

“I’m here,” he whispered near your ear, and the rhythm of his breathing made you feel that everything would be alright.