In the middle of the night

"Im sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, please dont." His pleas had fallen on deaf ears. She had heard his scream, it hadn't been pain, but fear. She knew fear, and wasn't about t let someone be afraid alone. It was always better to have another to be frightened with.

"Where? Who did it? What's going on?" His growl had her already on edge nerves reeling. He was angry. She didn't understand what she had done wrong. A flinch away from him, her whole body leaned away. Her hackles raised even more if that was even possible. Her half tail kissing her belly barely. Fear of him in her eyes for his temper. Then she was moving carefully.

Once she had herself settled and Ganymede's head under her own, she was doing her best to give him her silent support. Ultyr was quiet as she did. Though the silence was filled with the sound of Ganymede as he cried into her chest. She wasn't really much of one to be able to comfort another but she did her best. Her head stayed atop the other's as he needed.

As he cried she rested her cheek on his, looking away from Ultyr. Her own form was still shaking and she wasn't sure she hadn't pissed him off by from the smells of it, pissing on him. Her own dreams had been vivid and she knew why she had pissed, Aryn terrified her. Everything about him and that night did. It was moments before the silence of the night, well aside from the sounds of Ganymede crying, was broken. Ultyr's voice finally calmed some but she still didn't look. "Are you all right? Dream?" She didn't dare look. In the dark he looked so much like Aryn that she wasn't sure the asshole wasn't here and had replaced Ultyr. At least he didn't seem ready to beat the shit out of her right now though.

Her ears pressed and she closed her eyes trying hard to shut her brain off. Her own heart was a harsh sound in her chest she was sure Ganymede could hear, her sides heaving slightly. She didn't dare cry. Crying over that night changed nothing and had only ever brought her more pain. She couldn't remember names or faces of those from that night, her own family blurs in her memory, but she could remember the screams. She dreamed about them so often. "Memory." The word from Ganymede had her opening her eyes and lifting her head to look down with the question in her eyes. Did he dream of that night too? Did he remember the screams? The smell of bodies as they burned?

Her face turned sad and her hackles lowered. Her forehead aiming to press to Ganymede's briefly before she let her own breath out and the tears finally broke. Hers silent. His loud. She was unaware it wasn't that night he dreamed of but she knew the catalyst of all the nightmares was that night. Then she was scootching till there was no space between herself and Ganymede and trying to hold the larger with her smaller frame, head on his neck. Her teary eye turned to Ultyr, a pain he could never heal in them but it was hers. But there was also a love there, an I forgave him a long time ago kind of look. She let the tears go, crying with Ganymede over a memory no one could alter, no one could fix.

"Hear"