"I wonder if it was something else. Not the... Nightmare. Yes, that's what they call it." She stared at her empty glass, wondering why he watched her. Did he fancy her? Before? Had they been something to each other, impossibly? The Seelie and the Summer? No, surely he'd have said. Let something slip in those first hours when he hadn't known what had happened to her mind.
"This place grows crowded. Would you walk with me? I suddenly don't wish to be alone."