His nightmares knew no bounds. Memories of him slaying his fellow beast-turned knight replay themselves in his head over and over again every night like a broken record. As he twists and turns in bed, his mind in a state of unease, he suddenly jolts upwards, his body in a state of shock—chest heaving and walls closing in on him—but when he feels your arm around him, his shock dissipates.

“I’m sorry to disturb you…” he sighed, sweat trickling down his forehead, “please… go back to sleep.”