*holds onto you tightly, taking care not to jar your injured arm* No. You're fine. I promise you're fine. *swallows hard and tries to quiet your trembling until it strikes him that he's the one shaking like a leaf, all aching sorrow and indignation that after everything, you should still be plagued by such nightmares* Just a bad dream. We've only just arrived in Lindon and everything's going to be okay.
*looks down at you and lifts one hand to touch your cheek, wondering how in the world he's meant to be your friend when his fingers tremble so (when he knows everything there is to know about you)* Shhh...go back to sleep. I'll sing something, if you like. *tilts your chin upward with two fingers and hums quietly* Would you like that?