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Erik knew what Ulfric meant. He’d himself often had trouble falling asleep, out of fear of the ghosts that haunted him.
He wasn’t entirely sure if he had earned the right to comfort Ulfric like he would a friend. Perhaps he was already overstepping his boundaries by entering the Jarl’s private chambers uninvited.
But dragons weren’t known for caring much about rules and etiquette, and Erik couldn’t help but worry about Ulfric, especially since he read the dossier and realized the leader of the rebellion had gone through what Erik had suffered of as well.
“But I worry.” He whispered, and perhaps Nords would consider such vulnerability openness a weakness. “Speak to me. I could help maybe, if only in offering a listening ear.”
