Maleficent was accustomed to waking up from her own nigtmares, however, when she was awoken by a shout she was so caught off guard that in her rush to get out of bed she accidentally knocked Diaval from his perch by her hammock—like bed.
The fae wasn't sure what she had expected to find but seeing Aurora sitting up in bed, shaking with barely concealed sobs was definitely not it.
She began, her voice barely above a whisper as to not startle the teenager although to her surprise no sooner than she had said this, the girl practically hurled herself into her arms.
This was surprisingly in and of itself because—although Aurora was in no way reserved—she always tried to be respectful of other people's comfort levels.
"Aurora? Whatever is the matter?"
Unsure of really what to do a this point, Maleficent found her wings partially wrapping around the teen while she tried to figure out just how to even go about comforting her self proclaimed Goddaughter.
She didn't know what to make of this whole display, especially when she didn't get a response but instead seemed to lose what little resolve that she had been holding on to and practically clung to Maleficent in a way that would remind one of someone a century younger.
The fairy mentally cursed whatever it was that was causing the youth so much as she returned the embrace, hoping that she was doing this right.
After all, she had never seen the girl do distraught and she couldn't even fathom why.
After a few minutes Aurora calmed down enough to pull away, her eyes downcast as she put distance between them.
"I'm sorry, I just... " She began, though Maleficent cut her off, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Beastie, never apologize for how you feel. It is alright. Now do you think you can tell me what is wrong? "
The fae watched as the girl seemed to deflate even more.
"Can you just sit with me for a while? Please? "
Maleficent just offered a ghost of a smile, moving to run her knuckles against the girl's cheek to wipe some of the tears away.
"I think I have a better idea."