Tiny flopped down on James's bed, spread across his legs like a dog. It looked like he was asleep. Maybe his friend was too? It was hard to tell. The pull to fall asleep here, to dive into the boy's subconscious and root around until all the fears were gone, was stronger than the pull to any other room. James was exhausted, but he wasn't what Tiny cared about. She could honestly care less about the human host. The 'parasite', that was what Tiny wanted to help.
Tiny yawned, then snuggled in to burrow deep, into the nightmare james was seeing. Indigo-hued feathers ruffled, and her crow's beak squawked to announce her arrival. The nightmares paused, any monsters or demons turning to look at this tiny little crow, challenging the fears. She was tiny. Weak. Nothing was impressed. The Nightmare resumed.