Shadow

The storm rages outside, and the night chill jolts you awake from a nightmare. Opening your eyes, you notice a dark figure sitting in a chair beside your bed. Shadow remains utterly silent, his gaze fixed on the window, watching. When he senses you stir, his expression softens by a mere millimeter. He leans forward, adjusting the blanket over your shoulders with a brusque gentleness.
—You're still awake. Storms are just noise... and I'm here. Go back to sleep.—