Dreams were personal, and nightmares more so, really. It wasn't her place to ask if he didn't want to talk about it. So she wouldn't ask, because, lets face it, a space like a bedroom was personal enough and she had already barged in on him that far.

"It's okay. You don't have to explain. I... know that dreams can be pretty bad sometimes. Maybe you just needed this reset in order to get some rest tonight." She offered, trying to be a bit more cheerful. Like he could maybe go back to sleep and not fall into that twist of hate and anger. "Is there anything I can do to help? Get you some water or something?"