It is hours into the night when the gentle lament stirs her. Initially, she thought it came from outside, but when she shuffles against Obito, the sound rattles.
"Hey."
Her voice is soft and carries a trace of anxiety into the atmosphere. When Rin faces him, her gaze transfixes itself on his woeful state.
This whole time, Obito is sitting upright with his arms pinned to her waist.
There is a trail of wet tears that sticks to his face, as if many layers have dried up, and there is a paved pathway for the next set of droplets.
"Hey," she whispers, "I'm here."
Obito's watch is glassy, perhaps lost in his own world of thoughts.
"Everywhere," he utters, "the blood."
He gives a rough gasp of air. The expression on his face is so frightened, it could look like he is living a nightmare.
"Obito?" She says gently.
Rin nudges him, but he continues to stare wildly in her direction. His gaze is empty and she gets the instinct he is staring past her.
"So much blood…" he mutters, "Rin…why…it must have hurt so much…"
Then he is blindly reaching for her. His fingers brush the side of her collarbone and slides to her left chest. And he rests his hand there, as if determined to feel each beat of her heart.
"Rin…why…there is so much blood…give her back…"
His body trembles.
"Please give her back…my only light…give her back to me…"
Without a word, or the initiation of movement, Rin watches on in horrified silence. She has no memory of it, but she knows what he is re-living.
"Obito," she shakes him gently, "please."
In that moment, she realises the insurmountable wet droplets that are dripping onto his outstretched hand. But they are her tears, and they are mimicking the dreadful event that is plaguing his mind.
"Obito."
Her incessant shaking does little to vanquish the terrifying situation. Only when she reaches for him, her hands holding his face and her lips pressed to his, that he breaks from the unconscious world.
He is looking thoroughly confused.
"Rin."
His tone is oddly flat, as if he is stepping out from his nightmare and is still processing its content.
"Rin…I'm so scared."
"It's okay, I'm right here," she embraces him.
"Stay and watch over me, okay?"
His voice breaks in between short gasps. Yet her reassuring presence is the elixir that restores his ailment of fear.
Though she does not directly address his question, her actions leave a soothing trail of security.
"I'll be watching."