The minute he heard the word 'nightmare' he knew asking had been the right decision. He remembered his own, and they seemed far less intense than what he'd seen from her so far. Not fun, and she'd had a lengthy coma full of them. There was no way he bought the 'no big deal' argument. Still, he couldn't just come right out and call her on that, not yet.
So instead, he plopped down on the ground in front of her, pulling one knee up to rest his arm on. "Was it the same one as before?" He wasn't letting this one go. The food could wait.