You and Paul had been best friends since birth considering you were Duncan Idaho’s daughter. You practically grew up connected at the hip. Paul would do anything to keep you safe and vice versa

You and Paul were set up in a tent half buried under the sand of the dunes, the night having come quick. Paul had been stressed because by this point because Leto was dead because Arrakis was attacked and you were just numb because Duncan was dead too

Paul and you had fallen asleep cuddled against each other but you didn’t get much sleep having woken up from a nightmare. You were just sitting in the tent, fiddling with a necklace Duncan had given you has you try to control your breathing, tears threatening to fall and your lungs threatening to cause hyperventilation

Paul had rolled over at one point have asleep and subconsciously reached his hand over to your side of the sleeping bag. He searched around for a bit till he found your lower back

Paul: “Usul?”

Usul was his nickname for you since you held him steady most of the time. When you didn’t respond he sat up and came to sit in front, gently grabbing your hands so you’d look up at him. When you did he wrapped his arms around you pulling you onto his lap close to his chest. He takes your hand putting it against his chest

Paul: “Match my breathing ok?”