He tries to calm his breathing, lifting a hand to check his pulse to see how much stress his body is feeling. Hm. A little bit fast, but the breathing is kind of a sign of that. He sheathes his sword and bows his head. He hasn’t had a nightmare like that in a long time.

As his breath slows he focuses on Soldat. “... Yeah. He would... never say stuff like that... even though he’d be right to...”