veruminumbra:
Whatever had drawn Sheik for a late night walk through Kakariko, he was glad he had done so. Stepping past Demi’s house he had almost thought she wouldn’t be there. But the noises coming from inside were that of a struggle, and he heard her distressed voice above the rustling and thumping of whatever was in there with her.
Upon breaking into his friend’s house, Sheik saw that she was, in fact, alone. Alone in her dreams, and none too happily. He tried calling her name, softly at first, then steadily louder, to no avail. Eventually her thrashing became so violent that she was going to hurt herself, and against everything he would usually do, he went over to physically hold her down. Demi was a friend, and if he could do anything to help her, the Sheikah would.
Simply touching her did nothing, and it was only when he called out to her once more that the young woman finally woke up. Sheik took a moment to breathe calmly. “You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, sitting up and off of her, though not rising just yet
"Are you alright?"
Demi just lay there, staring at the ceiling and breathing heavily. As embarrassing as it was that he had to hold her down, she was grateful that he had arrived to pull her out of the memory. After finally having caught her breath she sat up and leaned against the wall, looking at him before managing to respond to his question. "Y-yeah, just something that I've never quite gotten over. Thank you, but I could have hurt you."
She started, had she hurt him? True she didn't have her weapons on her, as they stayed by the door whenever she was home, but that didn't mean that she was entirely defenseless. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"