Scar was struggling to not just awkwardly hover. He watched her while she focused on the tea.

"Nights are always worse. The mind is tired and defenses lower whether you try to or not." If she wanted to talk about the dream, she would. He didn't know how to ask her about it, but he knew how to live through it night after night.

He paused another moment, eyes darting down before he reached to give her hand a light squeeze. He tried not to feel foolish or out of place. He would know soon enough if it had been the wrong thing to do.