An hour had passed. Ivory had stopped trembling, and although she was still quiet, her expression had relaxed and the fear that had taken hold of her had disappeared.
She was no longer scared, but Gadreel didn’t completely let go. They were lying by each other’s side, facing each other, with Ivory’s face nearly in his chest and his hand around her waist.
This was his method of getting ready to prevent any other bad dream that occurs, in the event that she falls back at asleep.
But even after an hour, that didn’t happen and just when he was contemplating what to say, Ivory spoke up.
“Thank you,” Her words were soft, almost as if she wasn’t sure whether she should have said them or not.
Gadreel looked down at her, his eyes scanned her face, before he asked. “Do you have frequent nightmares like this?”