[ she's. She's pretty sure she just heard "throes of passion." She did, didn't she? Trahearne just admitted to her that he's been having intimate dreams of his lost love, right? He's said it so quietly, that it takes her a moment to fully realize what he's said, as if she had to play that second back over in her head to make sure. But now that she is sure, her eyes go wide, and she immediately seems panicked about this conversation, perhaps even moreso than when they had been talking about far more pressing matters— ]

Oh. Oh. Okay.

[ Well. She can't exactly judge him for those, either, but... ]

I... I can see why you haven't been sleeping well. Um.

[ What is she supposed to say????? She thinks back on her friends, particularly the ones who were much more open with talking about matters of intimacy. But this is different. It's not like she can just tell him to act on it, seeing as the commander isn't here? What would Colin say? What would a bard do?? ]

Um... What if... You wrote him a letter? O-Or, a poem? Even if it won't reach him, i-it might be good to just... Get those feelings out...