Having already been awake for the past while because of his own nightmare, Sheena and Zelos' screams don't wake up Lloyd as much as they cause him a rush of intense panic, a jolt that stabs through his heart, his mouth forming their names before he thinks of anything else. He shoots up from where he was sitting - at Kratos' side, leaning against him - and stumbles, already running to where he knows Sheena and Zelos had been sleeping. He can't tell how much of his anxiety is due to the combination of their screams on a night where he's already seen one half of the duo die before his eyes, or how much of it is just the fact that both of them seemed frightened, or what. But he wants to be there for them.

Lloyd skids to a stop right in front of their bedrolls, already breathing out a sigh of relief when he spots them, shaken and obviously equally panicked, but not bleeding, not hurt, not - dead. Irrational tears rush to his eyes without thinking as the worst of his anxiety drains out of him, and he blinks them back quickly, stepping up to them and dropping to his knees and pulling them both into a hug.

"Sheena, Zelos," he says, and if his breath sounds a little shaky, it's not like he can't blame the mini heart attack they gave him, "you guys are alright, you're both here. We're at the campsite. There's no one else here but us."