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He woke to the sounds of Robin sobbing quietly – it was muffled by something and he was instantly on alert. Amon quickly swept the room for intruders but detected no one. He silently crept over to her and knelt at the head of her bed; the young woman was curled up, a pillow pressed to her mouth, tears streaming from tightly closed eyes.
"Robin?" he asked, gently touching her hand where it clutched the pillow.
Her eyes snapped open and she moved the pillow so she could murmur, "I didn't mean to wake you, Amon. I'm sorry."
"What's wrong?"
She shook her head.
"Robin," he demanded.
"It was just…a dream," she choked out.
"Dreams can't hurt you."
"It wasn't me that was hurt. I…I killed you." She closed her eyes again, visibly ashamed.
"You can't control your dreams, Robin."
"What if it comes true?"
"It won't."
She looked at him with such a level of trust that it almost made him uncomfortable.
"Thank you, for believing in me."
He nodded, entwining his fingers with hers.
"Goodnight, Robin."
He watched as her eyes drifted shut, knowing he should pull away but he didn't want to. He didn't want to at all.