He watched her, wondering what was going through her mind as she slid her hand lightly over his stomach, then moved it away once more, apologizing. He gazed at her in the darkness of the room for a moment, then reached out and turned on the lamp next to his bedside. "No apologies necessary. And no, I wasn't asleep, so nothing to worry about."
Oliver waited for a moment, and when she didn't say anything, he hesitantly reached out and touched her arm. "Are you all right?" Clearly she'd had some kind of nightmare.