During the middle of the night, you hear small whimpers. You sit up in your bed and turn to the other side of the room, where König’s bed was. You see him trembling, making tiny noises. Was he having a nightmare?

You walk over and gently shook his shoulder, to which he shot up and smacked you in the face, but immediately crouched at your side. “Oh! Libeling, I’m so sorry!”