Vaughn turned to wake her, but immediately saw the unusual expressions on her face. Eliza's brow was furrowed, her lips slightly parted as if she were trying to speak. Her breathing was uneven, and her fingers twitched restlessly in her lap. It was clear she was trapped in a nightmare.
Vaughn's heart tightened with concern. He hated seeing her in distress. Leaning closer, he gently placed a hand on her shoulder and shook her lightly.
"Eliza," he called softly, his voice gentle but firm. "Eliza, wake up."
She didn't stir immediately, her face contorting even more as the nightmare gripped her mind. Vaughn could see the pain etched in her features, the fear that had taken hold of her. He tightened his grip slightly, trying to pull her back to reality.
"Eliza, it's me, Vaughn. You're safe. Please wake up," he urged, his tone more insistent.
