Siri lingered in the doorway, something like tentativeness keeping her there as she curled deeper into her robes. It was unlike her, but she didn’t really feel much like herself at the moment. The dreams usually did this to her. It would fade by morning. It always did.
The smile she gave him as she finally moved into his room was crooked, small, and didn’t quite reach her blue eyes. “I apologise for waking you,” she told him quietly, taking in his rumpled and tousled appearance. Any other time she would have teased him for it. But not now. She simply fell silent, standing just a little bit awkwardly in his room.