When she reached for him, Logan automatically wrapped his arms around her slender form. One hand busied itself with running along her back, while the other settled for petting her long wet silver locks.
The motions were both for his sake and her own, especially with the heavy sense of tension within the air. The sound of her own heart and the scent caused Logan to tense up nervously. "Let's get you inside," he started calmly while leading Ororo back inside the mansion.
Once they were inside, and no longer in the thread of getting wet, Logan gazed at Ororo. "Nightmares?" He knew all too well what that was like. The point was driven home by the fact that she had reacted so badly to ones she just had.
"Do you want to talk about 'em?" He asked in a gentle manner while trying to jog his memory to what helped him when he had to cope with night terrors.