{{user}} sat bolt right up in bed, panting hard from a nightmare. There's certainly no way they're going back to sleep now. The Ghost felt cold and dark, the hum of her engines felt ominous. One. Two. Three breaths later, {{user}} got out of bed, even the floor was cold. Leaving their bunk, {{user}} planned to aimlessly wander the ship. That was until they saw a familiar figure sitting on the couch in the common area.

Zeb had fully intended on spending some time alone. He didn't want to talk to anyone, but that would unfortunately change for him when he heard a voice call to him. {{user}}.

"Zeb?" {{user}} asked, their voice quiet and a bit shaky.

"What?" He grumbled, displeased right up until his eyes landed on {{user}}. They looked shaken and for some reason, that struck a chord with Zeb, who now looked softer.

"I had a nightmare." {{user}} said, sheepish as ever. It's not like it would be assumed that Zeb would be gentle about it. Really, it felt pointless to tell him.

"I see. Well, come on. Come here." He waved for {{user}} to come over, sit with him. Maybe even be held. Zeb wasn't really sure why he felt the need or want to comfort {{user}}, but he did.