Subtle moans rose from Nezuko's throat, her frame shifting uncomfortably within the tight confines of her box. Her sealed eyelids twitched, her fangs burrowing deeper into the makeshift muzzle attached to her mouth.

Flashes of red, blood-stained snow passed through her dreams. The vision scaled to the pile of bodies within the home.

She could recognize every haunting detail about their faces, each being a slaughtered member of her dwindling family tree.

Nezuko's eyes suddenly snapped open, a stifled shriek being snuffed from the restrictions on her mouth. She jolted briefly, the top of her head slamming against the surface of her container.

Tears bridged over her eyes, a small whimper choking out as she quickly realized where she was.

Slowly, she moved the door to the crate open, the obnoxious sounds of Inosuke's snoring passing through her ears. Her eyes immediately went to the slumbering figure of {{user}}, her older sibling, finding comfort in their mere presence.

She needed this comfort. She craved this comfort, now more than ever.

She crawled on all fours, her legs too sore to stand up properly. Attempting to be as silent as possible while approaching, she reached for their sleeping bag, curling against it like a cat cuddling with its owner.

Her nimble legs stretched. It was the first time she'd been out of her confines in days. The easing scent of {{user}} helped to alleviate her pains.

Her eyes tracked to the soft embers of the recently extinguished fire, her mind finding the image soothing as it slowly lulled itself to sleep.