[Nami's hands pat at Bellemere's shirt, and then fist in it as she draws in a stuttered breath, sobs starting to dwindle. Her arm hurts, but she doesn't need to say that. Bellemere already knows. Her arm hurting confuses the hell out of her, because that's not meant to happen when you sleep, but--]
I h-had a bad dream. [Which feels so ... wrong. It's a dream that's taken hold, every detail graphically burned into her memory. But Bellemere-san is here, and she curls up against her mother with a soft whimper.]
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I h-had a bad dream. [Which feels so ... wrong. It's a dream that's taken hold, every detail graphically burned into her memory. But Bellemere-san is here, and she curls up against her mother with a soft whimper.]