The nursery was quiet except for the sound of Mirabel's shallow breathing as she slept. The bed beneath her shook but Mirabel only turned over, snuggled deeper into her pillow and continued to sleep.

The bed shook harder. This time Mirabel blinked slowly, lifting her head and squinting as she scanned the room.

"Huh?"

The sound clinking and clattering drew her attention to the floor below. Casita rapidly shifted its tiles, grabbing her attention.

"Casita?" Mirabel questioned sleepily, rubbing her eyes as sat up. "Is something wrong?"

The tiles clicked and clattered in response as the bed shook, urging her to get up.

"Okay, okay. I'm coming." Mirabel sighed, tossing off her blankets. She stood up and grabbed her glasses from the shelf, slipping them on.

She barely had time to compose herself before Casita was urging her towards the window. The tiles rolled under her feet like waves, causing her to stumble.

"Aaaaah! Casita!" Mirabel hissed as she grabbed the wall for support, steadying herself. "What is going on?"

The wall outside her window shifted, creating a staircase that led to the roof. Mirabel ran her hand against the wall's cold, stone surface as she ascended the stairs. When she got to the top the roof tiles jiggled beckoning her forward.

"Casita, I don't understand. Why did you-"

Mirabel froze when she noticed a figure sitting at the far end of the roof. "Camilo?" She whispered, recognizing her primo immediately. He was sitting with his arms wrapped around his legs, pulling his knees up to his chin.

Mirabel frowned, quietly making her way towards him. Sure Camilo got up and snuck a few arepas from the kitchen now and then, but what was he doing on the roof in the middle of the night? And if Casita had been worried enough to wake her, then something was definitely wrong.

"Hey." Mirabel called out softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Camilo jumped away from her in surprise, shifting rapidly between different villagers and family members before reverting back to himself.

"Mirabel." Camilo breathed in relief, seeing it was just his cousin. "You can't sneak up on a guy like that."

"Sorry." Mirabel replied, taking a seat beside him. "So what are you doing out here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Camilo retorted, flashing her a cheeky grin.

Mirabel smiled back, but it quickly faded when she realized Camilo's grin didn't reach his eyes. They didn't sparkle with their normal mischief. Instead, they seemed almost vacant.

"What is it? Do I have something on my face?" Camilo asked, continuing his attempts to joke around.

"Casita woke me." Mirabel admitted. "And it led me to you. So what are you doing out here?"

"Oh just getting some fresh air." Camilo smiled, looking up at the stars. "Its peaceful up here at night."

There it was again, that forced smile. He was trying to play things off, but Mirabel knew better.

"Please, don't lie to me Camilo." She replied quietly. "I saw the way you were sitting and Casita wouldn't have brought me here unless something was wrong. Talk to me primo."

Camilo's facade faltered at her words. He pulled his knees back up to his chin and buried his face in his arms. He mumbled a quiet response but it was impossible to hear.

"I'm not Dolores." Mirabel teased, poking him gently. "I can't understand you with your head between your legs."

Camilo turned his head, peeking out at her from over his arm. "That's what I'm afraid of."

Oh. Oh. That's why Camilo was holding back. He was afraid Dolores would hear them talking. Mirabel didn't blame him. His sister was a known gossip and secret spiller due to her gift.

"I'm sure Dolores is fast asleep." Mirabel reassured him. "If anything, this is probably the only time we can talk without her eavesdropping."

Camilo sighed and sat up, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his legs. "I had a nightmare, okay? I couldn't go back to sleep so I just came up here."

Mirabel's gaze softened. "That bad huh?"

"The worst one yet." Camilo admitted, staring out over the Encanto.

Yet. Mirabel's stomach churned at the meaning behind the word. "I take it this wasn't your first?"

"No, it wasn't." Camilo shook his head. "I've been having them since Casita fell. I thought when our home was rebuilt and our powers came back that it would stop, but they've only gotten worse."

Mirabel played with the hem of her night dress. "What happens in these nightmares?"

Camilo sighed. "At first they were just dreams about me shapeshifting and being unable to shift back. But as time went on, they started getting worse. Now it starts with me waking up like any normal day, but when I get to the table everyone just stares at me. They call me a stranger. They don't even recognize me. When I look in the mirror, my body is just a mishmash of different people's body parts. Then everyone surrounds me telling me to get out. That's when Casita's floor crumbles and I begin to fall. I usually wake up after that."

"That's awful." Mirabel replied, staring at him with wide eyes. "I'm so sorry Camilo."

"You want to know the worst part?" Camilo whispered. "The dreams are right. I am a stranger. I'm a stranger in my own skin. I've spent so long pretending to be everyone else, I don't even know who I am Mirabel."

Mirabel's heart ached. She had no idea her happy, fun-loving primo was hurting so much. Of course she knew everyone had been under pressure because of her Abuela's expectations. But since the miracle had been restored and they had been allowed to express themselves openly, she had thought everyone was doing well.

"Have you talked to anyone about this? Tía Pepa? Tío Felíx?" Mirabel asked.

"No." Camilo stared at his lap. "Papa was always so busy during the construction and Mamí was always doing her best to keep Antonio's spirits up, I didn't want to be a distraction. Then after we moved back in, it just seemed easier to pretend nothing was wrong then to admit the truth."

"What about me?" Mirabel asked. "Cami, why didn't you come to me? We've always shared things with each other. You know I'll always listen."

Camilo played with a loose string on his pajama bottoms. "You had to wait so long to find your place in this family. You brought us together and proved you didn't need a gift to be special. You were finally happy Mira, truly happy. I didn't want to take that from you by voicing my problems."

Mirabel was silent, stunned by his confession. Camilo had pushed his problems aside so she could have her moment to shine. He'd hidden his pain to spare her happiness.

The sound of sniffling snapped Mirabel from her thoughts. She focused on her cousin, only to see trail of tears glinting off his cheeks in the moonlight.

"Idiota." Mirabel wrapped her arms around him, giving Camilo the biggest hug she could muster. "I can't believe you did that for me."

Camilo choked out a laugh. "You deserved it prima."

Mirabel gently broke their embrace. "You deserve to be happy too. Camilo, no matter how many people you turn into you'll always be you."

Camilo wiped the tears from his face. "But I don't know who I am."

"Then let me tell you." Mirabel smiled. "You are Camilo Madrigal. You are the one who makes everyone smile. You are the boy who knows all the quietest places to take Dolores when she gets a headache, what tea to make to calm your mamí's nerves, who can make your dad laugh like no one else, and who can always bring Antonio out of his shell. You are the nephew who helps my mom in the kitchen while also stealing some of her arepas, who bangs on the piano with my dad even though you can't play a single note, and who goes out of his way to talk to Tío Bruno everyday. You are the grandson who gives his Abuela a hug every night before bed. You are the primo who teases Isabella, challenges Louisa, and who I call my best friend. You are sarcastic, funny, outgoing, and caring. That is who you are Camilo."

"Gracias Mirabel." Camilo said softly, cracking a smile.

Mirabel nodded, placing a hand on his shoulder. "From now on, remember that you are allowed to be sad. You don't have to put up a facade. We're your familia. We'll always be here for you."

Camilo sighed. "You're right. I'll try. It's just, everyone seems to have found balance besides me. Isabella gets to express herself how she wants, Louisa takes breaks when she needs them, Mamí can be more open with her emotions, Dolores doesn't have to be constantly listening to everyone, and Antonio gets to learn about his gift without the pressure we all had. Even Tía Julieta and Tío Bruno take more time for themselves. I guess I could try not shapeshifting as much and doing more as myself, but I feel so useless as just me."

"What are you talking about?" Mirabel asked.

Camilo lifted his gaze to meet hers. "Without my gift I can't reach as high as Josè or lift as much without Louisa's natural strength. When we lost our gifts, I rarely got asked to help with anything during the construction. Without it, all anyone sees is a useless scrawny kid."

"You are not useless." Mirabel stated firmly. "You just have to figure out what your strengths are as just you."

"Easier said than done." Camilo sighed, staring out at the crack in the mountains surrounding the Encanto. "But maybe the answers are out there somewhere."

"That's the spirit." Mirabel smiled as an idea came to mind. "Hey, how would you like to sleep in the nursery tonight? Just like old times?"

Camilo turned to her in surprise. "Really?"

Mirabel nodded. "Just grab your blanket and your pillow and meet me there. It'll be fun."

Camilo smiled. A real, true smile. "Okay. Let's do it."