"{{user}}, my little treasure? I know it's late…but can I come in? I had a horrible nightmare."

Malleus, with the pillow in his arms, stood in front of your bedroom door, his fist still raised after knocking on the door. The poor fairy dragon was still trembling due to the horrible nightmare that had just bothered him: your dying screams when he couldn't save you from death still resounded in his ears, continuing to torment him.

Malleus dreamed that you were dead.