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It's a mostly peaceful night- they've just retired to bed, Hythlodaeus' head on Emet-Selch's chest, and like that he can fall asleep quite quickly. Draped over his friend, his dreams are usually pleasant.

It starts with light twitching, small groans. He can see Amaurot burning all over again, air thick with smoke and blood. Abominations brought forth from fear and panic run free, and as he searches for Emet-Selch or Azem he becomes more and more convinced that perhaps one of the bodies lying face down by his feet could be them. He trembles, both in his recreation of Amaurot and in bed.

He realises with a start that he's fading. No- he hadn't said goodbye. He can't go, not yet. And yet when he blinks again it's already been thousands of years, a shard of what was once Etheirys floats silently above him, and it's too late. He wakes with a start, breath uneven, still entirely convinced in the dark that he's far away from his friends, his home, and that he never got to see them one last time. His breath catches in his throat as he sits up, eyes trying to make sense of his surroundings, brain still struggling to catch up. And then he groans to himself, quietly, rubbing his face with his hands.

Emet-Selch is usually a heavy sleeper. It is something which stems from both his fondness for napping the hours away and the fact that he had simply lived too long in a state where the beings who existed could not pose a serious threat to him.

What he was not used to however was being asleep in the presence of others, let alone with someone literally on him, so when Hythlodaeus begins to become restless it does not take much to rouse him from his own slumber.

His eyes open, slowly blinking to adjust to the darkness as he turns his head slightly to his companion. Hythlodaeus is fidgeting, small groans escaping here and there and for a moment, Emet-Selch is left wondering just what kind of dream the other is having. Those thoughts are soon gone however and his own brow furrows as he continues to observe. The tenseness in those sounds, the unevenness of breaths which can only be attributed to panic- this was no dream at all.

His free arm reaches over to rest a hand on top of his friend's as the one already looped around him pulls them closer together, all while speaking his name, slow and quietly, an attempt to rouse him gently and lessen the chance of Emet-Selch getting an elbow to the face or something. When he is certain that Hythlodaeus is awake enough, he speaks.

"What is it?"

He lets Emet-Selch pull him back down from his half-sitting position and buries his face in his neck, breathing in deeply. His friend... he's here. They're together. And he's fine, really, completely fine! He doesn't want to cause a fuss when it was just a nightmare...

"Hades..." He sighs it, relief in his voice. Then he shakes his head, grunting. "'Twas nothing... a dream. A nightmare, I suppose."

He feels silly having to admit it, and he chuckles weakly. "Pay it no mind." Even if he's still shaking, just a little.

Hythlodaeus lowers himself again and Emet-Selch shifts his position slightly, to let them be comfortable as he wraps his arms around his friend, enough to have a solid hold while not being too constricting.

His inquiries are brushed off and in that instance he does consider just dropping it as requested and going back to sleep, if the roles were reversed it is what he would ask for also, but he cannot follow through with it in good conscience.

"It did not seem like nothing." A pause. "You're still trembling."

He will not push it if Hythlodaeus does not wish to talk about it, but it is honestly a little disconcerting to see his usually light-hearted and chipper friend be so negatively affected by something.

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