"Oh."

There's not the sort of answer she was hoping for, but it was the one she is coming to expect. Her mouth press into a line, neither wishing to agree with that sentiment nor wanting to argue, tipping a look into her tea before bringing it up to sip. Then, she sets it down, with a more definite click. "I'm sorry, too, for prying. You don't have to block me out. I'm going to go back to sleep soon and wake up again and remember I had a particularly frightening dreamwalk, no harm done."

More or less. She drags her attention back up. "But what are you going to do for it? I mean, it was so terrible."