"It must have been terrifying," Azwel whispers, smoothing Vash's hair. His own nightmares leave him with acidic fear in his throat, cold sweat on his skin, his heart racing and fire in his nerves. He can only imagine what it'd take to do that to someone like Vash. Again, that burgeoning compassion pushes his mind in a different direction than it usually goes. Has him saying words that he may have said before, but in a completely different manner.

"What did they do to her?"