✌ My muse is having nightmare, calling out Your muse’s name. For Raji'din, San'gee
He had been meditating while San’gee went to sleep but during the hours of meditation after a while, he would lose focus to it. Unable to ever fall asleep as the living does, he found other means to take the time to rest even though he remains fully conscious. He heard his name being called the third time, perhaps San’gee was trying to get his attention. Perhaps something was here? His glowing eyes peering through the darkness of the temple, the dim fire light of the braziers have weaken some. He was going to have to refill the braziers with oil sometime soon.
He looked over to her to see her stirring beneath the fur blanket, rising up to his feet would he walk over. Lowering down to a kneel before her to look at her expression. There was distress upon her face, regardless how old she has gotten he can still at time gain glimpses of her younger self that he remembers. Raji’din remembers enough that he knew her identity, she the mother of his only surviving son Ren’nari. But there were many blank spots in his mind that he could not recall and lately, he has been gaining more memory of his past.
Hearing her murmur his name again with the sound of fear in her voice, how she clutched the blanket. This isn’t the first time San’gee had a nightmare, most of the time she would twist and turn before settling down. This time she was speaking out. He thinking things through on how to approach this, there being a simple solution. Just wake her up, let her realize of the state she was in and let her return to sleep. Or he could simply just let her dream on, eventually the dream will stop by waking up or it changing to some other dream.
Moving his hand to touch to her forehead, the living always felt much more warm then him due to how cold his skin is. But she felt too warm to the touch, fevered from the nightmare causing more stress then needed. He was listening to her breathing, the sound of her heart beat that was beating in a rhythm of fear. He could smell the scent right from her. This called for a different approach. Reaching out he removed the blanket from her as to allow her to cool down. Gathering her up in his large hold within his pale skin arms. He not wearing his armor, just light tribal garb of leather and fur skins.
Resting her body across his lap as he sat down at the edge of a step within the temple. He kept his cold hand on her forehead in means to cool her down, awaiting to see if this method would cease the dream from plaguing her. He stayed quiet, awaiting to hear if she spoke out his name again would he then speak out if it was needed.