[ Trahearne is here to take her burdens, but he's no mind reader. Otherwise he would absolutely encourage her to share...

Instead, she's asking him to share. He's a little thankful that, as she makes her way to the bench and he walks behind her, his face is out of view for the moment (or so he hopes). His eyes wander aim skyward as he feels the sting of a gold flush on his face. But this isn't a happy thing. He really isn't close enough with Susato to share this, but he can skirt around it. ]

I have been having unusually intense dreams, yes. [ By the time he catches up and is seating himself on the bench, he's regained composure. He glances at her, expression neutral. ] Some among them nightmares.

[ Honestly, he's relieved on the nights he has nightmares.

... ]

And it sounds as though you're suffering through some as well.