It was a larger room then she felt was needed for HER. For him, he might need the space. She wouldn't judge that. For her, a open space to sleep in felt weird. Even bunks on ships were tiny.

That wasn't the point though. As nice a his room seemed, she was focused on what was going on with him. And she could feel those twists of fear coming off him. The strange fears waving off his presence as she came closer. A nightmare indeed. She wondered if he had them often or not. In the week of being here she hadn't noticed them like this.

She inched closer, both hands out, as if to steady him, though she did not get that close. She used the Force at first, to try and press a softer feeling his way. A small attempt of a Jedi Mind Trick, though she wasn't trying to blindly change his thoughts. She wasn't doing what Obi-wan does so easy. He's not weak minded, but... in his sleep, he might be more open minded to allowing a softer breeze push through a bit, to maybe calm him.

"Trunks... please wake up..." She said again, softly still, but growing closer.