Jasmine's POV
When Naia's trembling finally subsided in my embrace, I gently brushed away the perspiration beading on her forehead and pressed a tender kiss there.
Her cheeks felt flushed and damp against my palm, while her tiny fists remained bunched in the fabric of my nightshirt as if anchoring herself to safety.
I traced soothing patterns across her back with my fingertips. "Sweet girl, can you share with Mommy what frightened you in your dream?"
A slight shudder ran through her small frame, and her grip on my shirt intensified.
"It's alright," I murmured, smoothing down her tangled curls. "We're alone together now. Nothing can harm you here, I give you my word."
Her bottom lip trembled as she drew in a shaky breath, her gaze fixed downward on the rumpled bedding.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"You don't need to if it feels too frightening," I assured her softly. "But if you choose to share it, Mommy will be right here listening."
