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It started as a normal night. Everyone wanted to sleep together, so the big blanket was brought out. The living room became a pile of pillows, blankets, and pulled out mattresses to accommodate. Everyone was asleep, the long day waning everyone’s energy. However, one lay awake. Freya lay wide awake, the mission they just completed laying heavily on her mind. They rescued a captive child, being used as a test dummy for all sorts of messed up things the sick individual who caught her could come up with. Being apart of that rescue party was very satisfying, because they got to give that man what he deserved. But at the same time, it brought her back to her time behind bars. Her time where she was held hostage, being tested on, with no hope of rescue. No hope to make it back to her family. No hope of getting out alive. And that thought was enough to send her into a panic. She thought she was back, the pain of the drugs, she didn’t know which one; hell, she never knew what he would give her next, taking affect.
Her breathing began to pick up slightly, silent tears began to fall down her cheeks as she bows her head, shame washing over her. She didn’t realize that her tears were landing on Saga, who lay peacefully next to her. She hears them shuffling next to her, then feels them sit up. Quiet curses escape her lips as she feels their eyes on her. “I’m sorry. You can go back to bed.” She whispers, afraid that if she spoke any louder, she’d wake everyone up. She feels them move closer, and a hand makes it’s way into her view. “I don’t know how you feel about touch right now, since you normally need a minute when your attacks get like this, but I am right here when you’re ready for me.” They respond, keeping their voice just as low. She can do nothing, but nod as she waits for the worst of her tears to stop.
Only once they finally get to a manageable level, does she lift her head. Saga is still sitting there, looking at her with such a gentle and accepting look that she almost breaks down again. “Can I hug you?” They ask, their hand still outstretched. She nods slightly, a small “yes please” escaping her lips. They scoot a bit closer, and pull her into their chest. She climbs into their lap, pushing herself as close to them as she can possibly get. “I’m sorry. I knew this mission would be hard for you, but I didn’t want to bring anything up since you seemed to be taking it okay enough. I should have said something.” They say as they rub her back. She shakes her head. “It shouldn’t be your responsibility. I’m okay, it just all hit me at once.” She responds, her voice muffled by Saga’s chest. “Would you like to lay with me?” They ask. “I’m sure Ushal and Yucel will understand. They never complain when others need a comfort buddy.” She pulls away from their chest, wiping her face, and nods like a helpless child. They smile, pull her close again, wrap a bit of the giant blanket around them both, and in the comforts of each other, they both fall into a peaceful slumber.