The noise woke Fiana, and she sat up sharply, looking over at the writhing wolf. Her digestion had already shrunk her belly from 'requires mechanical handling' to '8 months pregnant', so she could sit up pretty sharply.<br/><br/>As he curled up in a ball, she called out, "Chris, Chris... it's okay, you were having a nightmare!" She reached out to put a hand on his shoulder, but stopped. If he was still suffering the after-effects, touching him without warning would just give him another shock. "You're alright... you're okay... I'm here and you're safe..." She continued in that vein, comforting words to someone who was hurting, and whom she wanted to make better.