[ Her gaze naturally shifts, though it is out of thought rather than any need to avoid him. She catches sight of the cabinet where they keep their tea and wonders if a task to focus on would help settle her nerves, but the gentle rubbing motions at her hand seem to help for the moment.

She nods. ]

I didn't know how, or whether it would even be appropriate to come to you after every nightmare. Then, eventually... I let the memories fade.