[ He's loath to look weak, but he's also loath to stay apart from Iorveth, which wins out in the end. His fingers curl into the fabric of Iorveth's silky robe, tugging him back in so that he can be comforted by the heat radiating from Iorveth's body. It doesn't make the distress of the trance he just left go away, but it does make him feel a little safer. So embarrassing. ]

Can't you just lie and say that I look dewy and refreshed?

[ Very rude to tell him he looks tired, although with those vampiric dark circles, he always looks a little tired. Still, Iorveth's observation is right -- he doesn't feel rested at all. The opposite, in fact. ]

I always used to trance poorly, but-- [ He hasn't had a nightmare like this in quite a while. Since one of his first nights in their little makeshift camp. ] It started again when we came here. I suppose Athkatla just doesn't agree with me.