"Sort of," she answer stiffly, as if suppressing a yawn. She squirms backwards, snuggling into his torso. She pulls his arm around her, holding it between her breasts so that shes close, holding his hand with one hand and resting it on his arm. "It was a bit hard to follow... The details are already hazy. But I don't think I dreamt of the sea, this time."

It's been a while since she had a dream about drowning to achieve escape. Which is probably a nightmare, actually, but it's all about perspective, right?