Under other circumstances, having her own words repeated to her like that would likely have made her indignant. That reaction would have been disingenuous in its own right, but a far more comfortable defense mechanism than any she could manage right now. Sniffling, she stayed still and silent for a moment in turn, then finally shook her head, looking up at the ceiling as if it might hold some answers. It didn't, of course. There probably were none for something like this.

She was a little girl in a cave, alone in the dark again. Cassian was at the hatch holding a hand out to her, but she wasn't sure if she had it in her to claw her way out just to wind up back where she started.

"Just a bad dream," she said, trying, at least, to give him something without revealing too much of herself. She let the blanket drop, her face flushed and tear-streaked. "I was trying not to wake you."