He rarely sleeps peacefully. It is as if even in his sleep, the whole world follows him. She can always feel him move, hear him mutter and whisper to himself. But this night he is quiet. He breathes softly, chest rising and falling in a calm rhythm. His face is smooth. His right hand briefly clutches the stump on his left arm, but then lets go. He looks so young.
She doesn't want to take her eyes off him, so beautiful when he sleeps. As always, images and auras flicker around him, but she knows them all; they are always the same now. She ignores them. She looks at him, her head resting on her hand, the other hand softly stroking his shoulder; softly as not to wake him up. She can feel him through the bond. His emotions are usually stormy, violent and twisted up in each other. But not right now.
She remembers when they first met, how young he was, how terrified, his blue-grey eyes wide and confused. Now his eyes are like hard stones, grey ice, and lost. The memory of how he used to be makes her heart ache. She wishes she could have protected him, from everything, well, from the world, but she knows she can do nothing, and never could. And then, of course, she thinks about the days when he was gone. Not knowing where he was, barely even feeling him, and not knowing if he would ever return. But he is here now. He came back to her, and she won't let him go again. As if merely thinking that were enough to make it so. She knows she could never stop him if he wanted to go, just as little as she can protect him from anything. All she can do is being here for him. Now that the world is rapidly ending, all she can do is stay with him and hope that somehow, he'll pull through. That they will all pull through, and the world too.
But for now, she just wants to watch him sleep. She just wants to stay in this moment, hold on to it. Not thinking about the future, not thinking about how it might never come. Just lay here, and look at him as he sleeps.