Mia POV
It took a considerable amount of time for Atlas to finally give in and get some sleep. I, on the other hand, was no longer tired from the ample rest I had received. However, he had not slept much, if at all, in the past few days and desperately needed it. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching him intently. At first, he appeared peaceful, but as hours passed, restlessness consumed him.
"It's due to what Thora did to him as a child," Inara warned me softly, her voice filled with concern, as Atlas tossed and turned. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as I gently brushed my hand against his cheek. "It's only a dream, Atlas. I'm here with you," I whispered, attempting to calm him. Suddenly, his eyes shot open, but they were vacant, as if he were trapped in some kind of trance.
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