Jóarr takes your hand in his, seeking all the comfort he can get as he feasts on your nightmares.

A nightmare he had caused himself and that is making you toss and turn.

You're warm, and he needs that more than anything.

He wishes someone would hold him like he's holding you. That someone would care enough to hold his hand as he suffers.

But he's a monster. No one could ever care about a creature like him. A dark being who feasted on people's terrors.

This is all he has. You're all he has.