"Jagra?"
At the sound of his name, Jagra flinched. A hair-raising feeling electrocuted his whole body. He snapped a guarded gaze at Moulin while inching backwards. When he met the man's worry-filled eyes, Jagra calmed his breathing and felt his body drown in relief.
Moulin furrowed his brows in concern. He approached his friend carefully, mindful of the other's heavy breathing. "Jagra, are you alright?"
"..."
The man gazed at Moulin in silence. Only when he felt himself relax did he speak, "I-I'm fine."
Moulin didn't look convinced. "Did you have a nightmare?"
"I... think." Jagra muttered. A few seconds later, pain pierced in his mind, and he winced with a groan. It was gone before Jagra could even question it. "Ah..."
Moulin's expression grew serious. "Are you really alright? I can have someone check on you. Wait for me-"
