She closes her eyes for a moment, and drops her chin. A staid topic indeed, and one that would put such a haunted look upon his face. A chill passes over her, fearing already this tale, but she does not quail.

"Allow me to worry about my nightmares. I would rather ease your burden, if I may." Surely that is the least she can do after every kindness that he's paid her, during these past days. They have not even known each other quite full week yet, but that does not seem to matter; she likes him better already than some folk she has known most of her life.

Quietly, she affirms, "I will listen, if you have a mind to tell me."