Sidon was flung out of sleep by screaming. Again.

He jolted awake and whipped to the side to see Link, startled by the sight of the small Hylian with the Master Sword clutched in both hands, trembling as he pointed it at nothing. His breaths came fast, his eyes wild, his hair mussed…

Another nightmare. Sidon sighed, his heart aching.

“Dearest…” He murmured gently, not wanting to scare Link in this almost animalistic state. Sidon’s webbed hand hovered over Link’s arms, his golden eyes on Link’s haunted face. “You’re alright. It’s over. Please…lower your sword?”