She shot up, breathing heavily. The first thing she noticed is that she was wearing a nightgown, and suddenly the world shrunk around her. Someone had changed her clothes without her knowledge, and she didn't like it. No, she was too exposed, too ready for someone to take advantage of her... Her hands gripped her head- her hair. Shutting her eyes, she whimpered. She was too exposed, this wasn't what she was supposed to be wearing. Where was her shirt? Her normal clothes? Where was anything but this godsforsaken nightgown?
"G-Gladio..." Nimue whimpered, trying her hardest not to cry and failing. "Gladio... please, please help me... please..."
She didn't notice the door opening, nor the concerned voices of Noctis, Ignis, Prompto and Gladio. It was only when Noctis put a hand on her arm that she responded in a way that had them all stepping back. Nimue shrieked, falling off the bed as she scrambled away to get some distance between her and whoever was touching her. She was breathing heavily, eyes wide and filled with fear.
"Nym, it's okay!" Ignis said. "We're not going to hurt you!"
"Y-your clothes got torn up in the fight with the Catoblepas so we got that so you had something decent to wear! A-and none of us changed your clothes!" Prompto put his hands up.
"Get me... get me something different to wear. Pants... a shirt... anything but this!" Nimue backed up until her back hit the wall of the room they were in. Looking behind her, she started to feel like she was trapped. Sliding to the floor, she whimpered.
"Ignis, you packed some spare clothes, yeah?" Noctis asked, in which Ignis nodded.
"Of course. Give me but a moment." Pulling out a set of clothing from the Armiger, Ignis walked over, crouched down and held them out to Nimue. "These may be a bit big on you but-"
There were no words, only Nimue snatching the clothes from Ignis and running to the bathroom. Ignis stayed there for a few moments before standing up and straightening his spectacles.
"She kept callin' for me. Wonder why." Gladio folded his arms against his chest. "D'ya think it might have to do with whatever's been goin' on with her lately?"
"Maybe. We won't know until she tells us, though." Noctis sighed, sitting on the vacated bed. "She's been pretty tight-lipped about it after almost telling us in Lestallum a few weeks ago."
"I wonder if we can coax some information out of her." Ignis tapped his chin, walking over to one of the chairs and sitting down. "We can't keep wondering forever."