Nightmares were nothing new to Aurum, unsurprisingly. He had been forced to deal with them since childhood, although their subjects had varied wildly since the days of his cubhood. First they were plagued with jealousy, and fear for his brother's life, then guilt and rage over his attempt on Poet's life, then anxiety over the Pitt's threats, then his mother's dead gaze, boring holes into his body... the list went on and on. The nightmares were less frequent nowadays, but they were hardly entirely absent. Thankfully, nowadays he had a room all to himself, which meant he no longer had to explain to anyone why he would wake up yelling and teary eyed. Maybe it wasn't so fortunate, since it meant he no longer had anyone to comfort him and offer him reassuring words when he awoke.

Either way, what was fortunate for Delilah was that the lion happened to be nearby, having been out for a patrol when he heard soft and panicked rambling words leaving her muzzle. Frowning slightly, the former proxy made his way over to where the dragon was laying, eyeing the herbs that surrounded her for a moment before he stepped closer. Leaning down, the large male pressed his muzzle very gently into her side, his deep voice trying to rouse her from her slumber, "Del? Delilah? You've gotta wake up. You're just dreaming, I promise..." He had no guarantee that she wouldn't wake up thrashing or trying to attack him, but he was willing to take that risk for his friend.

Aurum had known full well that it was risky, choosing to try and wake someone up when they were having a potentially violent nightmare. After all, there had plenty of times when he had just barely managed to avoid lashing out at his children when they snuck into his room in the morning to say hello. He wished he could've avoided it entirely, but the fear and panic that gripped one so firmly when they were in the throes of a nightmare? He knew it could motivate one to do some crazy things. Despite this, the former proxy couldn't help but recoil when Delilah snarled, backing away from the flames that licked forth along her maw. Although he had his own fire elementals, and knew he could just arc the flames away from himself, he also didn't want to make her awakening more difficult. A pained look on his face, the angel looked towards Vigenere, asking worriedly about his friend, "Vig... is it working? Is she alright?" Given how she wasn't already up and giving them a reassuring smile, he was fairly sure the answer was no, but he had to hope. Del was one of his oldest friends, after all.