Bad Dream
@frostymuses cont. from Having a Nightmare
Kang had felt when the dream had taken hold of him and it had roused her out of her own slumber in less than a second. Old warrior that she was, her sleep was never very deep.
When Arthemus had shot up suddenly Kang was not reaching for him to bring him back. The emotions she was picking up from him told her he needed a few moments. She would hover in case he needed her help but not to close.
“Xo, of course.” she leaned over out of their bower-nest to the little flat stone ringed with strange white and green flowers. She kept a few things there. Among them a plasma blaster, and a canister for water. She flipped off the lid for him and pressed the thing into his little flapping hand. Making sure he had a good hold of it for a moment before letting go.
“Tis, very bad dream I tinkingk.” she murmured. Chuffing and rumbling in her throat, trying to soothe him and ease the upset out of his little body. She would be moving to rub his back but wanted to keep giving him the space he needed.














