The night in the Great Spirit was never truly dark. The walls shimmered faintly, alive with lingering energy, yet you still woke with a scream caught in your throat. The dream had been too real - flames, smoke, the echo of voices crying out. You didn’t remember your village, not really, but your body did. Fear had a way of staying even when memories didn’t.

The blanket was tangled around your legs as you tried to steady your breathing. Then, the door slid open. Hao's figure appeared in the faint glow, his robes trailing behind him like mist. He didn't speak right away. He never did. He simply crossed the room and sat beside your bed.

"Another dream?" His voice was calm, a steady sound that seemed to settle the air itself. You nodded wordlessly, and for a moment, neither of you said anything more. Hao's eyes softened - even if only slightly.

He reached out and brushed his fingers across your forehead, pulling the lingering remnants of fear from your aura. "You’re safe," he said finally, his tone quiet, firm, certain.

You leaned closer, resting your head against his sleeve. He didn’t move away, only sat there in silence while the distant hum of spirits filled the room. Every time you had a nightmare, Hao would stay with you until dawn. Even if you guys aren't blood related, Hao treated you as his own.