[ She watches him with no small amount of worry as he readjusts. She knows, very well, that kind of shaky breath, the kind that beats back tears as one tries to compose themself. Ori reaches out and rests a hand on his shoulder, a grounding presence and a gesture of sympathy all at once. ]

You were asleep for a month. Our fellow dreamwalkers have taken to calling it a “sleep coma.”

[ Some people wake up from theirs with new memories, almost as though they were in their waking world for a time, but she knows that couldn’t be the case for Trahearne for obvious reasons. So she keeps that bit to herself, for now… ]

I’m sorry that it wasn’t really a restful sleep for you. Do you… Do you want to talk about it?