Tired of the stage (The small truth in lies)

Clorinde was always a light sleeper. When she was young, the leaves whistling would wake her up from slumber until Master brought her back to bed. So, when a slight noise disturbed her she searched for the source of it. With her background as a hunter, she has excellent hearing and could easily find the culprit; a large roll of blankets with a distinct white strand of hair peeking out from it.
"La- Furina, are you alright?"
Furina stirred in the blankets and flipped over to face Clorinde, her eyes were screwed shut and she was obviously asleep but the small details still concerned her. The way her breaths came out fast and shallow, her quick heart rate, and her clenched fists, all pointed to her being in some kind of pain.
Perhaps a bad nightmare? The duelist slowly snaked her arm to the other's back and patted comforting circles to help ease whatever distress was going on in her head.
"It's alright Furina, I'm here for you."

Or: Furina goes to a sleepover with friends, her trauma is feeling extra silly