Cougar is sweaty and warm under Jake's arm, a remnant from his nightmare, but he'll cool down soon enough. Especially if syncs his breath to Jake's, following the deep, obvious pattern he's using to fill his lungs. Back when they were stateside, he used to go to yoga classes with his sister. He's not really built for yoga, but he always enjoyed the classes, and the breathing exercises were surprisingly helpful.

"You haven't had nightmares like that since Bolivia," he points out quietly, splaying his hand wide across the edge of Cougar's ribcage.