{I was listening to Pretty Little Baby when I wrote this.}

Paul laid in the tent, staring up at the cotton ceiling. He could feel your arm slung over his stomach as though you were prepared to defend him even in sleep. When his family landed on Arrakis, the young Duke hadn't expected to grow close to a Fremen boy. But you'd been so intriguing, showing him around the library in Arrakeen. Duncan had spoken highly of you on the trip to the desert planet. His father had praised him for 'befriending the locals'. His mother had stared at him with haunted eyes, like she'd seen this before and didn't like it.

But now his family was dead. His mother and unborn sister as all that remained.

Paul wiped his tears, trying not to sniffle too loud. He glanced back at your sleeping face on his shoulder. After a moment of deliberation, Paul gave you a light shake. You stirred, blinking groggily.

A smile crossed your face. Paul loved your smile, it reminded him of the hazy warmth of his home planet Caladan. "Pretty little baby," you cooed in a sleep-heavy voice, reaching for his face.