When she wrapped her arms around him, Yu lightly squeezed tighter. Quietly uttering a 'shh' sound over and over. He recognized the signs, how she froze, how restless she seemed. A hand lightly rubbed circles at the small of her back as they held onto one another. While he would wish and pray that her dreams would be peaceful, he would never expect it with their shared history.

With what she had experienced that led her to his doorstep once more.

Yet Igor's warning persisted. The Moon, upright. The Tower, upright. The Hanged Man, reversed. Another mystery, another journey that only promised hardship and sacrifice. Willing or not, if it could not be changed. Something twisted in his gut as he recalled the last one. This time, however... he had none of his friends nearby.

"Morning, Xion," he quietly greeted her, once she calmed down some. A faint smile crossed the bow of his lips. No matter what happened, he'd fight to keep her safe.