Jade Fern Grove [m] and the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love

he is already awake, drifting on and off yet never quite finding the slumber his body craves for. instead of focusing on the voice in his head, alamar concentrations on the storm brewing, the soft sound of rain falling upon the canopy they’re covered by. few droplets reach them, but those that do send a shiver up the petite canine’s spine.
thunder rumbles softly in the sky above, yet the loud claps are infrequent, never growing above a rare jolt—frightful as they often are, alamar finds it soothing. it keeps his mind from wandering, until sudden rustling causes him to lift his head. the screaming comes next.
jaime? he calls out, getting his feet, uncaring how his back brushes across the low lying branches and shakes it, letting loose a flurry of cold droplets. jaime— alamar doesn’t know what to do, he’s often plagued by nightmares himself, but being in these shoes? the torment he screams makes him hesitant to reach out.
jaime, shh, it’s just me. there’s no one else here… no one can hurt you.