[ There's no way for him to know what she was dreaming about specifically, only that it's painful for her. He lets go of her shoulder to hold her hand instead, half-sitting on the edge of the bed. Instinct tells him to reach up and wipe away the tears, but he isn't sure if she'd be okay with that. ]

Don't worry about it. You didn't wake me or anything, I was already up.

[ What now, though? Would she want to talk about it? Probably not... Raleigh rubs his thumb across the back of her hand and just studies her for a moment. The curves of her face in the dim emergency lighting. ]

...you don't have to be okay, you know. Not around me.