Xiao had nightmares since the Archon war. They were never too bad, but recently they had worsened. He didn't want to tell Morax, feeling as if that would bother him. But they were getting worse, and with the lack of sleep came with more than just exhaustion.

One night was particularly bad. He woke drenched in sweat, his throat hoarse from screaming. His heart races painfully in his chest, his breath labored as if he'd just run a marathon. He made a choice. He had to find you.