Eliz wakes up with a scream, sweat soaking his face and part of his shirt. He had had the same nightmare from a few days ago.

He only remembered fragments of the dream, without knowing exactly how he got to a part where you were on the bloody ground, while he was about to pierce your chest with his claws. Just remembering it made Eliz feel the urge to cry.

He looked at you, the only thing that comforted him was seeing you asleep next to him.