Shh... I'm here. I'm okay. We're okay. She projected into his mind. She knew in her moments like this, it felt better to feel the other person in her mind. Safe. We're okay. It was just a dream.
It wasn't just a dream. It wasn't just a nightmare. He had lived through it--and his triplet hadn't. She could feel the weight of his guilt--survivor and as someone who had been behind the wheel--threatening to crush him. Flashes of Princess' face and body flickered through her mind like lightning strikes. She tried to project her aura of calm for the both of them, even knowing it would likely only have a limited effect. She had to try something.
"Look at me Jag." She said both aloud and in his mind. "Come on." She needed him to see she was all right, that she wasn't covered in blood or twisted and mangled.