Xander is secretly a cinnamon roll

"Lord Xander it's 3 in the morning."

"And?"

Lilith is highly confused. The prince of a country of darkness, son of the big bad, owner of a weapon of mass destruction. Was sitting in her astral temple, wearing pajamas emblazoned with the symbol of Nohr.

All because he had a bad dream.

She wanted to laugh herself back out of her draconic form but this was more sad than funny.

"Alright, what was it about?"

The prince winces slightly, trying to remember.

"Well my father was there."

'That's never good.' The dragon thinks.

"But he underwent this grotesque transformation... I don't know what to possibly make of it. He was like a big goop monster and that would crack me up if I wasn't so afraid..."

Lilith thought he sounded like a child. So what the hell would a mother do? She wouldn't know. She never had one. She clears her throat to interrupt him.

"I think you're being irrational. Dreams aren't reality. Even this world is technically virtual. But in any case... Something causes nightmares. Likely a higher stress due to war... What do you think?"

Xander looks around nervously. "If you must know... I've been distracting myself as of late. Talking to others. I'm really worried about everyone and I guess that heightens my smaller fears too. If that makes any sense?"

It kinda does.

"So that's why you're talking to me?"

"Your door's open."

"My temple doesn't have a door... But I guess it's alright. However some nights I'll need sleep..." she smiles, a mental lightbulb turning on. "If you think I'm good for listening and talking... Maybe this will help."

She focuses some astral Magic to the space directly in front of her. Summoning a sizable object. It's one of those bargain bin inflatable pool floaties, but looks a lot like Lilith's dragon form.

"You can unload on this, if you need."

The prince gets up and eyes it for awhile. Picking it up and smiling.

"That's a wonderful start... I thank you."

Xander picks it up and carries it out of the temple, of course not before leaving some fish. (Lilith DID have a fee.)

A few hours later Lilith finds sleep ironically eludes her, as she aimlessly wanders the camp. She hears some obnoxiously loud snoring and spots that the high prince of Nohr's tent flap was open. Peering inside, she couldn't help but smile.

The prince was curled up, hugging the fake dragon tightly, fast asleep. If he was childish before, he really did look like a complete toddler here.

She closes his door and floats off to continue patrolling. Feeling kinda warm inside. Maybe she wasn't as useless as she thought.