Her head came to rest on his chest and Adrian found his hand lifting to smooth over her hair. Fuck, where did this kind and caring person come from? Must have been the disorientation from being woken up abruptly.
His hand stilled at her words though. Night terrors.. the war... everything he'd avoided. He had truly been a coward, or selfish, however you wished to look at it. Adrian had jumped ship the moment things had started to get rough with no intention of fighting a battle he hadn't cared either way on. Well that wasn't entirely true. He'd- well he'd never believed there was a damn thing wrong with muggles or muggleborns. He just had been too selfish to put his arse on the line.
"It was war Angelina." Adrian began slowly, resuming the path of his hand through her hair. "You can't know what happened for certain. You made it out and you did what you could. I'm fairly certain that's the point." So maybe he wasn't quite as adept at finding the words to say in this particular situation. But he was doing his best.