She should have known that Steve would follow her out of the bedroom. The poor thing looked like he was barely staying upright, so he must have been in a deep sleep when she'd woken him. Guilt gnawed at her stomach and she took another sip of water from the glass she was holding before nodding.

"I'm okay, sugar," she assured him, though her hand was still trembling. "It was just a bad dream, nothing out of the norm." She wanted to brush the whole thing off, claim that she didn't even remember the dream -- but she couldn't lie to him. She did remember what little of it there had been, and he had been front and center.