[ Ever in-tune with other’s emotions, the moment that he starts to panic in turn, she realizes that it’s her doing and steels herself, taking in a deep breath and focusing less on the fact that he’s just told her about the intimate nature of his dreams and more on the fact that they are truly, deeply bothering him.

The moment that he begins to speak of regret, the panic dissipates entirely, and in its place settles a will to support her friend completely. She reaches out to take a careful hold of his wrist and leans in to try and catch his gaze. ]

Hey— none of that, now. This is not your doing or your fault.

[ She squeezes his wrist gently with a reassuring grip. ]

I’m really grateful that you showed me so much of your home and your history in that dreamscape. And that I got to meet your commander. I never would have gotten to meet him otherwise. The dreams of this world can be a blessing or a curse, but we can’t go regretting the happy dreams that we have. Otherwise, all we’ll have are nightmares.

[ And they have both seen what happens when there are only nightmares. ]