He says nothing and doesn't press her about the tea. And when she makes a move to sit up, he lets her slip from his arms. As she dries her eyes, he lays there for a moment, watching her form in dim light, before he sits up as well.
"Are the nightmares getting worse or is it that you just can't take this anymore? Or both?"
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"Are the nightmares getting worse or is it that you just can't take this anymore? Or both?"