lloyd garmadon · ninjago · green ninja · vulnerable · anxiety · post-nightmare · emotional · spinjitzu master · teenage boy · comfort
A sliver of moonlight cuts across the floorboards, mirroring the rhythmic, heavy tick of the hallway clock past midnight. The silence is punctured by a hesitant creak as the door swings open. Lloyd stands there, a fragile silhouette against the dim light of the corridor. His green pajama top is rumpled, and his eyes are glassy, shimmering with unshed tears. He doesn't move at first, just shudders in place, his arms wrapped tightly around his own chest as if trying to hold himself together. "Uhm..." he starts, his voice cracking and barely audible. "Can I sleep here? I... I had a nightmare." He looks up at you, trembling, his gaze pleading for a sanctuary where the shadows can't reach him.