"How it wanted to kill me," he finished, searching her eyes and nodding a little. He was quiet for a moment and he reached out and laid his hand atop hers, rubbing his thumb lightly over her knuckles. "Look." His voice was quiet. "It didn't get what it wanted. It's back in Hell."
Oliver studied her. "I don't want you to keep tormenting yourself about what happened. It could have happened to any of us." He chewed the inside of his cheek. "You've got the tattoo now, so you don't have to worry about it happening again. But I do think you should go to Bobby's camp." Sure, he'd been going over what Bobby had taught them, but he was still new at this, and it was better she learn it from someone who'd been dealing with all things demon-related for years.
"Maybe it will even help with the nightmares," he added. Although frankly, it could just as easily make them worse.