[It's not a restful night for anyone, is it? Will had resisted the urge to go out after Cor--in this state, the man had surely been in no mood to talk, even if it might help him feel better. Even his good intentions would have probably made things worse, with Cor knowing that left Regis alone--and he certainly wouldn't have wanted to see Regis up, not while he was recovering. As stressful as it was, all they really could do was let Cor wear himself out and hope his anxiety ran its course.
He does his best to block it all out, as they settle down to sleep..... But once he does fall asleep, he simply can't be as vigilant. His own dream isn't nearly so coherent (or as horrific) as Cor's, as the emotions filter through--mostly wandering lost in the darkness, straining to make out silhouettes he can't quite see enough of to make any sense out of, as the shapeless dread builds higher and higher. Even unconscious, he struggles to make sense of what's being imposed on him.
He's not sure if it's the rush of stomach-twisting horror that rouses him, or Cor's muffled cry. He wakes with a soft gasp either way, trembling a little from adrenaline and just how hard his heart is pounding, groggy and bewildered as he rubs his forehead. What the hell is going on out there at this hour? He doesn't feel pain, so there can't be any actual fight. And he's pretty sure Cor wouldn't be this afraid, if he were actually fighting someone. He's good at fighting. It's what he does.
So that must mean the enemy isn't one he can just stab and be done with it. He should..... get up and go check on him. If that won't just upset him more. Ugh, but just leaving him alone after whatever that was would just be cruel, right? This time, he's pretty sure getting up to interrupt is justified.
He may not be much good in a real fight, but when it comes to facing down inner demons--well, that's where he should shine, right? He's the only one who can directly lay a finger on them.]
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He does his best to block it all out, as they settle down to sleep..... But once he does fall asleep, he simply can't be as vigilant. His own dream isn't nearly so coherent (or as horrific) as Cor's, as the emotions filter through--mostly wandering lost in the darkness, straining to make out silhouettes he can't quite see enough of to make any sense out of, as the shapeless dread builds higher and higher. Even unconscious, he struggles to make sense of what's being imposed on him.
He's not sure if it's the rush of stomach-twisting horror that rouses him, or Cor's muffled cry. He wakes with a soft gasp either way, trembling a little from adrenaline and just how hard his heart is pounding, groggy and bewildered as he rubs his forehead. What the hell is going on out there at this hour? He doesn't feel pain, so there can't be any actual fight. And he's pretty sure Cor wouldn't be this afraid, if he were actually fighting someone. He's good at fighting. It's what he does.
So that must mean the enemy isn't one he can just stab and be done with it. He should..... get up and go check on him. If that won't just upset him more. Ugh, but just leaving him alone after whatever that was would just be cruel, right? This time, he's pretty sure getting up to interrupt is justified.
He may not be much good in a real fight, but when it comes to facing down inner demons--well, that's where he should shine, right? He's the only one who can directly lay a finger on them.]