She sits there quietly a moment, and as hard to read as he usually is, she knows that he's struggling. That whatever the hell his nightmare had done to him, it's cut him down deep. And in all her anger, she hadn't found any way to help. Didn't know how.

So she just... sits. Doesn't reach for him, doesn't have any other words to offer for a long, long moment. But finally, she manages.

"I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I can go, if you want."