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Bran woke with a sharp gasp and a barely audible whimper. He trembled for a minute, stiffening when dark arms carefully would around his torso and shoulders, holding him close.
“You’re okay, you’re fine,” Ethan crooned in his ear. “We’re here, you’re safe.”
“Nightmare,” Bran managed, struggling to sit up. He didn’t protest when Ethan did the same, the Pareya pulling the smaller dragel onto his lap. The Changeling’s eyes searched the resting room quickly and a distressed noise slipped out when he noticed the empty space between Theo and Quinn, one which was quickly becoming non-existent as Quinn cuddled closer to the nearest source of body heat. “Harry?”
“With Alec,” Ethan said quietly. “You weren’t the only one with nightmares tonight.”
Bran grimaced, but he couldn’t say he was particularly surprised. From all that he processed so far, Harry had a lifetime of experiences that would provide no shortage of nightmares.
“Did he say what they were about?” Bran asked, curling up further in Ethan’s lap.
“No,” the Pareya said, arms tightening around Bran obligingly. Ethan sighed. “He never does. Do you want to talk about yours?”
“No,” Bran murmured. He would protect Harry’s privacy for a bit longer then.
“Need anything?” Ethan asked.
Bran closed his yellow eyes. “Don’t leave me,” he pleaded softly.
A soothing rumble sounded deep within Ethan’s throat and chest. Large wings came forth readily and wrapped around the pair. “I’m not going anywhere.”