[She isn't wrong, though he'll not admit it. There is something that feels too familiar, when she mentions nightmares. Reminding him of when he was much younger, suffering through them himself. Before he learned that it was easier to forgo sleep altogether, as immortality allowed him to do -- and to have her mention the same ails her is a bit like facing his past all over again, something which will never sit comfortably in his mind for a long while yet.

Outwardly, of course, he just shrugs.]

If you're implying something, you'd do best to save time for the both of us and just say it outright.

[He clenches his palm into a fist, and the fire dies completely, leaving them in darkness.]

Otherwise tell me of your nightmares. Do they feel like this?

[Swathed in eerie, suffocating night.]