[Almost frantically she cups his hand, knowing that he's coming back to her. But that is no victory. He's freed of the memory, but it only hurts that much more that he tries to comfort her instead. Tries to be strong. She's not entirely sure why, but perhaps she would be less worried if he just broke down.]

I do not know. [She had been feeling quite pleasant before this. Calm, warm. At home, in a way.

Her hand grips his tighter, before she reaches out to touch his face.]

You have time here, to relax and remember. [Even if that was not the kind of memory she wanted him to endure.] You can allow it to drift. I apologise that I woke you up. You were...really happy.