@ Yelena Arc and Marco manage to wake her up in moments. And as soon as she realizes that she's had a nightmare and they'd come rushing she was ashamed of such weakness. She'd warned them, but still she was ashamed. Until she managed to look up in order to reassure them, to laugh it off, to do something other than sit there shaking and sobbing. And then she saw their faces. Faces filled with love, with understanding, with concern, faces without judgement. And as Arc held her, murmering, "It's ok Y, we got 'ya." Yelena clung to her, Sruiken Kal, blood sister, no closer bond than first blood to an orc, and that's what Arc had named her. And Marco, Marco who was already so much more than just another lover it had scared her, Marco was kneeling down and enfolding them both. And then Yelena felt another cover gently lifted and used to cover her back where Jaime had knelt down on the bed and covered her and encircled them as well. And Yelena began crying again. Crying much harder, her whole body racked with sobs so hard she shook them all. Only these were different. These were tears her heart could not contain, as a little more of it opened, and was healed. Tears of love because finally, finally, it had found a home.