Same damn dream for two months now, which stemmed from what he feared most.

The nightmare always consisted of you and him, your little hands in his palms in the darkness, when you're suddenly pried away from his grasp, screaming, and he could do nothing but call your name.

At this point, he wakes up, in a sweat, his veins coursing with adrenaline. He thinks first to head to your room, and check on you, just to ease his nerves. The weight resting on his chest makes it clear that there was no need to, that you were right there tucked under his arm, having snuck into his room after a nightmare yourself, and finding solace close to him.

He breathes a sigh of relief, and rakes his hand through your mess of hair.

".. love ye, {{user}}. Always. Nothin' 'll hurt ye now, I swear't, luv." he murmured, pressing a kiss onto your forehead.