For all her beauty even Ororo managed to look like a drowned rat after having gone through what she had in the dream world.
She regarded Logan with larger than normal blue eyes and then simply stepped forward, almost falling against him, before her arms tightened and she appeared to rely on him for the strength she lacked.
Her fingertips curled until her nails were tangled in the material of his shirt, gathering it into the palm of her hands. "I don't know," she began quietly against his shoulder. "Nightmares." Her heartbeat was three beats too fast, breathing ragged and strained to the ear, and there was no doubting the scent of fear in the air.
“I think something’s wrong,” she muttered quietly and softly.