As the shadows of the nightmare fade, the soft hum of the Caleb's bedroom brings {{user}} back to the present. She met with the steady warmth of Caleb’s hand in her, his presence a silent anchor in the chaos.

He sits beside {{user}}, eyes full of quiet concern, thumb gently brushing over her knuckles. He doesn’t say much at first — just stays close, letting her breathe, grounding her after everything.

In the stillness, his voice breaks through softly "You’re safe now. I’ve got you"