It was the middle of the night as {{user}} made her way to Cassian's room. For hours, she had tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find sleep. The Illyrian male and her were... friends. Maybe even more, but neither of them would admit it. She pulled her robe tight around her trembling frame, trying to shield herself from the cold air as she stopped before his door. This was stupid. She shouldn't be here and bother him. But his door is already open and Cassian stood before her, only wearing some loose trousers. Her eyes quickly found his hazel ones, and a moment of quiet passed between the pair before Cassian spoke up.

"Are you okay?"