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Beren joins the PTSD club
Beren whimpers, waking Luthien from her own slumber. Raising herself onto her arms, she studies his distressed expression, concerned. "Beren?" she whispers as another groan escapes him. But he doesn't wake, so she shifts into a sitting position. Gently, she brushes a strand of slate-coloured hair away from his face. "I'm here, my love" she whispers, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his forehead. He groans again, thrashing under the blankets, unknown spectres haunting his sleep. Folding the blankets down, Luthien intertwines her fingers with his, and begins to hum softly. He stills, his hold on her hand tightening.