Killua woke from his dream with a start. Nightmare was a far more appropriate word. Back in that house, back with his so-called blood family. He began to calm his breathing instantly, eyes wide open. He knew before she spoke that Wendy had awoken.

"Killua?" She asked softly. He breathed in, contemplating pretending to be asleep. With his skills he certainly could. But the worry in her voice tugged at his heart streams.

"Yeah." He mumbled, sitting up on his portion of Bessie's interior seating. He had explained that he could sleep anywhere, including the floor, but Wendy had insisted on allocating part of her sleeping space to him. Philly took a whole set of seats to himself still. He was still snoring, but Killua had a feeling he'd wake up soon too.

With a quiet rustling, Wendy sat up, scooting closer to be next to Killua. "Is something wrong?"

Killua hesitated again. "Just...a bad dream." His eyes shifted to the side, unwilling to meet her gaze. He felt stupid that a bad dream would have him feeling so scared. He jerked his head up as Wendy's arms wrapped around him, pulling him to her.

"I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No, it's...it's stupid..." Killua frowned, refusing to give in to Wendy's warm embrace and motherly kindness quite yet.

"It's not stupid." Wendy shook their head. "I have...bad dreams a lot. About dying. About seeing Philly die. Even about you, sometimes."

Killua could hear that Philly's snores had stopped, and his breathing had changed. Awake, but pretending to be asleep, from the sound of it. Probably listening. Perhaps not wanting to interrupt.

"Really?" Killua asked, meeting her gaze earnestly before looking away. "Do they scare you?"

"They do." She tugged gently with her arms until Killua finally leaned against her, hugging her back. "Really bad. Sometimes I would wake up already awash with tears. Do you remember...at Zenith?" Killua nodded. "Sometimes I would wake up like that."

"I...I'm sorry." Killua pressed himself against her tightly.

"It's alright. It is what it is. But my point is, it's okay to be scared." Wendy stroked his hair softly. "Even of dreams."

All was quite for a few moments.

"I dreamt that when you came to rescue me, the escape...didn't go as planned." Killua swallowed hard. Wendy squeezed him tightly, already frowning with eyes full of worry. "Seeing the two of you...die...and not come back..." His eyes welled up.

"I'm sorry we weren't strong enough to protect you from seeing that." Wendy murmured. In the escape attempt, which had succeeded, Wendy and Philly had died. Multiples times. Killua had seen more than one of those occasions. They had been so careful to protect him from seeing them get horribly maimed, injured, or killed. But the Zoldyck family was far stronger than they were, even with immortality considered.

Nonetheless, the rescue had been a success. But it wasn't a stretch to Wendy that Killua would be traumatized by it.

There was a rustling sound. Philly sat down on Killua's other side with a quiet sigh. He wrapped his arms around both of them without a word.

"I'm- I was trained to be an assassin, I shouldn't...it shouldn't bother me." Killua mumbled.

"It's different with people you care about, kid." Philly interjected. The words were serious, despite the still sleepy lilt to them. "Trust me."

"We care about you a whole lot." Wendy added, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.