He waited for her to get comfortable, his arms were around her to keep her steady, but loose enough not to constricting should she want to leave his lap suddenly. Maru didn't want to make her feel she was forced to stay.

And no, he didn't judge her. Bad dreams were never a nice thing no matter what age you were. Sometimes he had them himself, and he'd been alive for hundreds and hundreds of years.

"... What do you mean?" He asked, unable to look down at her with the way she's tucked her head under his chin. All he could do really was rest his own chin atop her head.