Oh. Marian felt like an idiot for assuming his nightmares were related to her, as though everyone in the band should be as focused on her own inner turmoil as she was. How self-centered a thought that was, and it made Marian feel slightly ashamed.
With his head against her, Marian stroked the back of his neck softly and listened. She found herself making a slightly bitter smile that he couldn't see. "Ah," she told him, "yeah. I understand those dreams, my Robin."