The voice had to break through that dream state, that nightmare. Cor was well aware of trauma-nightmares, his own and his men when there had been Crownsguard. You didn't touch them, not these fighters who could draw a weapon and a heart beat and undoubtedly had one on them, even more so with Kingsguard who could summon them.
"Ignis. They're only figments of your imagination, now. Come back to us." Firm, not too loud. He was crouched nearby, watching with that forever tight gaze.
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The voice had to break through that dream state, that nightmare. Cor was well aware of trauma-nightmares, his own and his men when there had been Crownsguard. You didn't touch them, not these fighters who could draw a weapon and a heart beat and undoubtedly had one on them, even more so with Kingsguard who could summon them.
"Ignis. They're only figments of your imagination, now. Come back to us." Firm, not too loud. He was crouched nearby, watching with that forever tight gaze.