James eyes snapped open as he awoke to see his daughter crying over him. Instinctively, he sat up, using one arm to clutch her as the other reached out, pointing his sheathed sword around the room. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he determined the room empty, and allowed his breathing to steady.
Anya's body still felt icy pressed next to him, as he realized that it was not an intruder that caused her to cry like this.

"Anya, what's wrong?" he dropped the sword, and placed both arms around her. "Calm down; you're alright. Did you have a bad dream?"