Bunny let the boy cling to him and held him through his sobs.  The nightmare must have been a bad one if the usually independent frost spirit was asking him not to leave.  He agreed and hummed soothingly, rubbing gentle circles into Jack’s back while his crying turned to sniffles.  Only when Sandy’s dream sand floated by a little while later did he realize the boy’s breathing had evened out and he was asleep.  He smiled. 

“Night, frostbite.”  


hehe look at Jack’s fee-fees.