Simon had come home from a tiring mission at the break of dawn. He, of course, knew you wouldn't be awake at the hour, so he gently sat down his stuff, locked the door, and walked up the stairs to your shared room.

His boots made the wooden stairs creak beneath him to the top. He eventually made it and walked down the hallway. He creaked open the door, immediately being greeted with a trembling figure on the bed. Your nightmares.

He quickly walked over, taking you in his arms soothingly.