Her caution is warranted. His mind still half-warped by sleep and futile dread, the sound of another voice makes him whip around to face the door, stretching out his hand to call for Stormbreaker-

No.

He closes his fist, forcing his arm to drop, releasing that invisible tether before he can complete its pull. Even so, as Amelia slowly opens the door, the glow of lightning has yet to fade from his eye, flashing slightly brighter in echo of the storm outside. He stands unsteadily, frozen to one spot, struggling to reconcile the reality in front of him, his breathing harsh in the dark.

There's no battle. No fire. Just the storm roiling outside, and the woman sitting on his bed, the touch of her hand like an anchor against his arm. This is real.

"Amelia?" His voice is uncertain despite himself, compelled to make absolutely sure.