[ She reaches up to wrap her hands around the back of his neck, gently tugging him down just enough to press her forehead to his. The disappointment she feels is firmly pushed down into the dark corners of her mind — he doesn't need to carry that too. ]

You would have remembered before it was too late. [ He's a good man, she doesn't doubt that for a second. ] It's been a crazy night, you were just a little distracted.

[ She's quiet for just a moment, then leans back slightly to look up at him in concern. ] How bad are the night terrors?