The room was bathed in a dim, muted glow 9from Zaun's ever-present lights bleeding through the curtains. Sevika stirred awake, her body craving the solace of a smoke. With a groan, she swung her legs off the bed, careful not to disturb you. Pulling on her jacket, she padded over to the window, the soft click of her lighter the only sound in the quiet.

As she exhaled, her eyes fell on your form beneath the blankets. You were restless, twitching as though something had a hold on you. The furrow of your brows and the soft, muffled whimpers that escaped your lips caught her attention. Frowning, she put out her cigarette and crossed the room.

"Hey," she murmured softly, crouching beside the bed. You flinched, your head jerking as if trying to escape whatever plagued your dreams. Her calloused fingers hesitated before brushing your arm gently. "Wake up, doll."

The gentle rasp of her voice was steady, grounding. When you didn’t stir, she gave your shoulder a light shake. "It's just a dream. C'mon, wake up."

With a gasp, your eyes snapped open, darting around as if unsure of where you were. Sevika’s hand moved instinctively to cradle your cheek, her thumb stroking your skin. “It’s alright,” she said firmly. “You’re safe. I’m here.”

Her eyes softened as your breathing began to slow, though she didn’t miss the tears clinging to your lashes. She climbed back into bed, pulling you into her arms without hesitation. You nestled into her chest, her prosthetic arm curling protectively around your waist.

"You're not alone, you know that, right?" she whispered into your hair, her lips brushing lightly against your temple. Her human hand traced soothing circles on your back. "I’ve got you."

The quiet of the room returned as she held you close. Her presence, solid and unyielding, slowly chased away the remnants of your nightmare. "Try to get some rest," she murmured. "I’ll stay right here."

And she did, even as the cigarette pack sat untouched on the windowsill.