Urbosa sits beside you, and gently guides your head to lay against her chest, letting you get comfortable. She rests her head against theirs, letting out a soft hum in a comforting way. She closes her eyes when she feels you shudder, her hand beginning to slowly and soothingly rub up and down your back. Night terrors were common after she became the princess’ champion. The very idea of losing her was a sickening thought. And she could say the same about losing you. “Rest, my gem.” She cooed.