"Seryu?"
The sound of her name roused her from her slumber, eyes fluttering open groggily to look to the person who'd spoken to her.
"Kurome? Did something happen?" She sat with a start, swift as would be expected of a soldier, and the onset pain in her joints from not being giving them proper time to prepare for movement arrived in waves, but it not being of any consequence to her, her valiantly tossing her blanket off of herself to make to stand up, Kurome flinching back. "Is there a CRISIS at hand?!"
"Wha—No!" Kurome yelled, baffled by how springy she was. "Nothing's happened!"
Seryu blinked twice, already on her feet, halfway about to call Coro to give her one of the modes of attack she had in stock.
"... oh." Seryu answered awkwardly, deflated, her plopping down on the mattress of her bed, sitting on her knees, a disappointed frown crossing her face. "In that case, what brings you to my quarters?" A quick glance out the window, plus her internal clock, prompted her to ask further. "Especially at THIS time of night? It must be well after midnight!"
Kurome pouted, dark eyes shifting about.
"I... had a bad dream." She admitted with a frown. "But Wave wasn't in his room. I usually try to go to him, and he calms me down enough to help me go back to sleep. I know this is sudden, but... could I sleep with you?"
Seryu raised her eyebrows, then smiled ear to ear.
"If that would make you feel better, then of course!" She stood, gathering up the blanket she'd tossed away. "I have trouble sleeping as well, many times."
"Really? Do you have nightmares too?"
"Oh no, I wouldn't call them that." Seryu shook her head, climbing back onto the bed carefully. "My dreams are honestly quite pleasant — though I can't ever really recall them when I wake up."
Kurome noted the small jitters Seryu tried to suppress as she came closer.
"Let me help." She said, taking a part of the blanket, Seryu giving a surprised look, but not giving any rebuttal as Kurome spread the blanket over them with a flap, the fabric fluttering over their bodies.
The feel of the fabric over her, and the knowledge that she was not alone, was enough to ease Kurome's nerves, but as she glanced at Seryu, who shifted her body with visible discomfort, she spoke up.
"Why is it that you have trouble sleeping, Seryu?"
Seryu frowned as she settled on her back.
"It's the implants I have. Dr. Stylish's experiments gave me great strength, but they came at an equally great price. He called it "phantom pains" if I recall it correctly. Even though I've long since lost my original arms and legs, and many other things, I can still feel the pain that accompanied it when he cut them off."
Kurome looked in shock at this.
"I... think I can relate." She managed to say.
"Hm?" Seryu looked in curiosity to the younger girl, only moving her head, everything from the neck down stiff as could be to avoid the pain.
"I had to do some training to be an assassin, before Esdeath called the Jaegars together." Kurome explained. "But, eventually, I had to take drugs to keep myself able to fight. Those drugs tend to hurt me when they wear off."
"Oh, you poor thing."
Seryu turned to her side, despite the pain this movement caused her, and gently grasped Kurome's head, nestling the younger girl's head into her bosom.
"If you ever need comfort, always know that my door is open to you!" Seryu claimed, Kurome flushing faintly.
"... thank you." She muttered quietly, and Seryu couldn't help smiling, Kurome shifting in turn, moving so Seryu could lay on her back once more. "Good night."
"... Good night Kurome." Seryu gently rubbed her robotic hand through Kurome's scalp, something she faintly recalled her father had done for her when he was still alive, soothing Kurome into a calm sleep, her soft breaths caressing her chest.
Her smile gently began to fade with this, saddened to know of Kurome's condition.
"Evil must be eradicated at any cost." She closed her eyes as she whispered this. "I will bear your burden — so you needn't worry about anything, Kurome."
A/N: Shorter than before, but I think it's fine as is