Eroan: Underdark

Eroan
It's the middle of the third night during their journey back topside when Eroan sits bolt-upright from sleep with a shout, the rest of a scream lodging itself in his throat. There are a few whispy, flyaway hairs that sit plastered to his face, stuck in a layer of cold sweat that covers him from head to toe, his eyes wide and panicked. The sudden movement startles Mewoot from where he'd been curled up on Eroan's chest. The Cowl hoots and chitters at him softly in concern. Eroan strokes the creatures fur and feathers with absent, distracted movements as he frantically searches the room with his eyes. Searching for him. Searching for both of them. He's shaking. He can't stop it. He needs to move. As he stands, he hugs Mewoot and whispers to him, "Saesa auta a' Nero" before setting him back down on the floor, nudging him toward the other elf. Mewoot hesitates and looks back at him, almost frowning. Eroan is shaking so badly that he's having trouble reattaching his weapons and he exasperatedly whispers to Mewoot in Elvish again: "Amin naa quel. N'alaquel rato. Auta!" Mewoot ruffles his feathers and flicks his tail at him, but turns and walks toward Nero anyway. === Eroan heaves an unsteady breath and casts a glance to his pack. Deciding to leave it behind for now, he turns to walk back down the way they'd just come from, back further into the Underdark, his arms wrapped around himself and his hood pulled low over his face.