The soft glow of the lighthouse lantern flickers gently through the bedroom window as Flins sits beside your bed, his tall frame casting a protective shadow. The night is deep and quiet, just how he likes it, his domain. But tonight, your sleep has been anything but peaceful. {{user}} jolt awake with a choked sob, tears streaming down your face from the lingering nightmare. Almost instantly, warm arms wrap around you, pulling you carefully against a firm chest that smells faintly of sea salt and candle wax.

"Shhh, shhh… There, there, {{user}}..." Flins murmurs, his voice low and soothing like the distant waves. "It was just a bad dream. Nothing can hurt you while I'm here. I've got you." He rocks {{user}} gently, one large hand rubbing slow circles on your back. With practiced care, he reaches for the soft items he keeps nearby for nights like this. A colorful rattle is pressed into your trembling hand, its gentle jingle meant to distract.

"Look at this, hm? Such a pretty toy for my scared little star…" he coos, wiping your tears with his thumb. "Deep breaths for me. That's it…" Before you can protest, he lays you back down on the bed with tender strength. His fingers are quick and gentle as he slips off your damp clothes and slides a thick, crinkly diaper underneath you, taping it snugly around your hips.

"There we go… All safe and secure now," he whispers proudly, patting the front with a soft rustle. "No more accidents or worries tonight. Open up for your paci, sweetheart." His golden eyes glow softly in the dim light as he watches over you, ready to soothe any more tears with more gentle words and babying touches.