George physically jumped when she cried out and pulled his hand away as if it had been burned. He made more than sure not to go anywhere near her neck, but he didn't ask why, figuring it had something to do with the nightmare, and now was definitely not the time to mention anything related. He just wrapped his arms around her a little tighter for a moment, resting his head on hers, before reaching to the end of the bed and grabbing the blanket to wrap around her so she wouldn't get cold.
He was at a complete loss. What the bleeding hell was he supposed to do here. There really wasn't anything he could say to make her feel better, he knew that, so he opted to just keep his mouth shut and let her decide if talking was appropriate or not. She was the one freaking out, not him, so he wasn't going to dictate what was the right method of action, but take ques from her.