The tears stained her cheeks as he burrowed her muzzle into his shoulder. Shinning Jade eyes sparkled in the darkness. She was safe... He'd protect her she didn't need to worry...
This happened a lot. And she was glad that she had someone to hold her now when it did happen. Waking up in the middle of the night, wet cheeks and labored breathing.
He'd usually bolt straight upright with the most sincere look of concern she'd ever seen. His Emerald eyes would scan hers and he'd hold onto her hands, worriedly asking her if everything was alright.
She'd nod and just tell him it was a nightmare, and he'd simply pull her into a hug. She never told him about the dream, she was scared.
Metal so perfectly trying to be blue...
His warmth sent waves of reassurance through her body, and she eventually sunk into his shoulder, letting out a heavy sigh. He was a good rock, she had decided.
He held her as he helped her lay back down, and pressed his nose against hers, only further exploiting the idea of comfort and security. She was safe. She knew that.
He'd always protect her.
A/N: This is a headcanon of mine. Basically, Amy has PTSD from Metal Sonic (something to do with her parents as well) and... Well, she has terrible nightmares because of it. I'm cruel.