“S-sorry, I didn’t mean t-to wake you up.” Willow stammers as she hesitates before padding over to his bed and climbing in. Her body still shakes from the dream, her ears tucked against her head, and her nose has turned red. “Sorry…” She mumbles as she sniffles. It feels silly to her - if she ever had a nightmare before, everyone else would try to silence her before ones of the wolves could notice. But with Rowan? She doesn’t understand it, but he’s a powerful source of comfort for her right now.