She jerked awake in a violent start, skin cold and clammy, her golden hair plastered to her face. Heaving, she sat up as she tried to erase the visions that haunted her in her sleep. In the sleepless night such as tonight, past memories would resurface and she had to see the hideous twists on her fallen kingdom once more.
"Saber?" Shirou's voice is slurred and sleepy. "Again?"
She shuddered before nodding. "Sorry, I woke you up. It keeps coming…"
"Don't apologize."
Warm familiar arms then wrapped around her slender body, pulling her form to press against another's. Shirou rested his head on hers while she turned in his grasp, embracing him back. His fingers ran through her hair and drew circles on her back.
"Was it Mordred?" he asked softly.
She nodded.
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
She didn't hesitate. "Morgan hurt her as a child… I did nothing and simply stood, watching them… I did not know what to do…"
"It's okay," he whispered. "She's now here, safe with us."
Arturia nodded again. "I know… But I'm such a bad parent, aren't I?" a sad chuckle escaped her as she stared at him with glistening eyes.
Shirou shook his head, landing a small kiss on her temple. "Maybe you were. But the you right now…don't even question it, Saber. Mordred is very happy to be with you here. She said so herself."