Hajin walked slowly, soundlessly toward the bed, stopping right where he could see the small head sticking out of the fluffy blanket. He looked up to check the AC's configuration, making sure the room wasn't too dry or too cold.
Still, it didn't seem a comfortable room was enough for his master to sleep peacefully.
"Ugh..."
Curling inside her blanket, Sarah groaned and writhed with her face scrunched in pain. Invisible pain that Hajin couldn't just heal with a first aid box.
"Hmm...today is also..."
He exhaled softly. Hajin had only seen Sarah sleep three times, and in all of them, the girl was always plagued with nightmares. Even when she was fast asleep after getting drunk, and fast asleep out of exhaustion, she never slept comfortably.
Hajin had thought it was because, in both instances, Sarah had to battle her trauma before she was asleep, but...
It seemed like she had to battle her trauma every night.
