Sleep wasn't something that came easy to you very often. Something was always weighing on your mind. Something was always tormenting you, in a way. You had gotten used to it long ago. That didn't make it any easier or enjoyable to deal with.

So, it was no surprise to Rowan whenever he awoke to the sound of your muffled whimpers. He had gotten used to them by now. It always went the same way: he would wake you up and try to calm you in your frantic state.

"{{user}}?" Rowena murmured, sitting up. The sheets of the bed fell down, resting around his waist. He gently took hold of your shoulders, shaking you ever so lightly. "C'mon. Need you to wake up for me." His voice was still thick with sleep.