Harrow, blessedly, doesn't get the chance to worry about any more important things. All she thinks of is Gideon, alive and with her, before she slips away into proper sleep.
It's even restful, until it isn't.
Nightmares are not a new experience for Harrowhark, but that has yet to stop them from having power over her, unfortunately. She twitches and groans pitifully in her sleep, rolling away from Gideon and curling herself down into a tight little ball. She's sweating, and her sweat is tinged pink, her face a screwed up mess of suffering.
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Harrow, blessedly, doesn't get the chance to worry about any more important things. All she thinks of is Gideon, alive and with her, before she slips away into proper sleep.
It's even restful, until it isn't.
Nightmares are not a new experience for Harrowhark, but that has yet to stop them from having power over her, unfortunately. She twitches and groans pitifully in her sleep, rolling away from Gideon and curling herself down into a tight little ball. She's sweating, and her sweat is tinged pink, her face a screwed up mess of suffering.