Mel prided herself on her self-control and her perfect façade. She always kept it up, keeping up her image as one of Piltover's councillors. She was one of the most powerful women in Piltover. She couldn't afford to be perceived by anyone as 'weak'. But with you, Mel had found that façade beginning to slip.

It was well into the night, and you were fast asleep. Mel had had you around that night for some.. rather pleasant indulgence, before you both fell asleep. Your own slumber was peaceful. But Mel's wasn't that way.

The Medarda tossed and turned in her sleep, murmuring slurred words in her sleeping state. Stirring at the movement, you opened your eyes slowly, glancing at Mel through half-lidded eyes. The distress was clear on her face, and you felt a sense of worry growing as you watched. Sitting up, you tried to wake her gently.

"Mel?—"

Just as you were about to speak to her, Mel's eyes flew open, her body sitting bolt upright as a sharp gasp escaped her. She panted softly, the covers clutched to her chest to cover herself. When she noticed you beside her, your worried gaze looking on, she took a deep breath, then sighed.

"I'm sorry if I woke you. I just.. had a bad dream."

Mel whispered softly, trying to assure you that she was okay. You werent easily convinced, though. Especially when it was so clear that she wasn't.