A/N: Part of a drabble challenge from a couple years ago.
They both suffered from the occasional nightmare.
Some wounds and some fears don't ever truly heal, or go away.
For Fuu, she knew when one was coming if the dream started out with her back on earth, doing things with her family.
It wasn't long before it dissolved into the battle she didn't fully understand and the voice pleading for her to grant it its first and last "selfish" wish.
For Ferio, it was dreams of monsters, of being back in the Forest of Silence, of being alone.
In their darkest nightmares, they lose each other.
When they wake from those dreams, they watch each other sleep.
Some part of them is always touching each other; whether it's them lying on each other, or just a hand touching a part of the other, there is always a physical connection.
It grounds them back in the reality where the other is still there.
One night, Fuu gasps awake from a particularly vivid dream.
She's so terrified, she doesn't move from her position on her stomach.
The first thing that registers in Fuu's mind is that Ferio's hand is underneath hers.
When her eyes adjust more completely to the dark, she sees Ferio's amber eyes looking over at her.
"Hey." He whispers quietly.
"Hello." She whispers back.
"Bad dream?" he asks.
She nods, squeezing his hand.
"Me too." He says.
They watch each other in the darkness, both noting the dark circles under the others eyes.
"C'mere," he says.
She slides closer to him, resting her head on his chest.
He strokes her hair and begins to hum softly.
Soon, they are both lost to the deep, dreamless sleep of comfort that being with each other allots.