This dream felt different than the other, that struck Laurent full in the face the moment that he realized that Odette was screaming something on the other side of the door. And then something that was not screaming, but more akin to a sound of grief. What? How had she stepped from something so pleasant to something like this? Laurent truly had forgotten how dreams functioned from the viewpoint of the dreamer since it had been so long since his own and sometimes he would find himself thrown off by the slightest things. And when the door opened and he saw what was happening... Laurent felt sick to his stomach. A feeling that also came in dreams only since very little that happened in the waking world succeeded in upsetting him quite to that point. But this? There was a trail of blood on the floor, blood staining the dress that Odette was wearing and he could see the panic in her eyes. More, he could feel the panic and grief washing through the air - the dreamer always tainted the environment and this one was awash in her feelings. It was almost enough to make him stagger back before he got hold of himself.
His true body shifted without his actual awareness, arms going around Odette's sleeping form to pull her against him. Unpleasant dreams, oh how he hated them.
"Lay down, Duchess," Laurent said, knowing that she was the Duchess then, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. There was nothing to be done - not in the real world and not in the dream, not with how focused she was on it. He had never been a doctor but he knew enough to know that losing blood, no matter where it was coming from, was not something that one should do while standing. Dizzy spells led to falling and while a cracked head would lead to nothing he still did not want to see her fall. Glancing at the young man who appeared to be some sort of a messenger Laurent ordered him to go fetch bandages, water, the usual things that one would need for practically anything. "You need to stay calm, Duchess, please, panic will do you no good here." Nothing will. Laurent was sure that Odette did know that. But he pretended to check, fiddling for a moment before he looked up at her with genuine sadness in his eyes, pressing bloody knuckles against his mouth for a moment before he managed to say, "I'm sorry, Duchess." Please change the dream, please change the dream, please dream of something pleasant for you.