"Just the... last sound you made, I think." Fortescue spares his dignity by not calling it a scream, even though it's more than apt. She regards him with a little bemusement before, with a mental shrug, sitting down next to him on the bed. If it's company he wants then, in this case, it's company he'll get. "Bad dreams?"

It's an obvious question, but you have to start somewhere. And it's been a long time since she was dealing with Mirabelle waking up at early hours from nightmares. Her younger sister had always been the conversation-starter, back then.