After the heated argument with Pomni, everything felt strangely off.

You had been holed up in your room for days, isolated and distant.

Kinger and Ragatha had grown concerned—they knew you usually couldn’t stay still, always out causing trouble, stirring up chaos.

But now, you barely responded, retreating deeper into your silence.

Night had fallen, and the others returned from their beach party, laughter and chatter echoing softly behind the closed door.

You had been in there for about half an hour, lost in your own thoughts, until a gentle knock broke the silence.

“Jax?”

Pomni’s familiar voice called softly from outside the door, tinged with worry.

Your ears flicked up instinctively, your body tensing as you listened, but you made no move.

Outside, Pomni hesitated for a moment before speaking again, her tone gentle and pleading.

“If you’re in there—probably are—could I ask you for a favor? Could I maybe sleep with you tonight? I had a bad dream…”

Her voice was soft, almost fragile, filled with vulnerability.

You remained silent.

After a beat, Pomni took a small step closer, her voice dropping to a whisper.

“Please? Jax?"