There is no need to apologise. It was just a dream.

Just because you've worried me before doesn't make you responsible in this case.

[ There is also the fact that she's not being at all truthful about what it is she was actually dreaming. About him.

As he clutches the bedsheets, Mitsuru sits up, her back against the pillows as she slowly draws her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. Like him, she finds them a poor substitute... but she won't let herself think about that. ]

Most of our time here so far has been odd, sometimes unnerving. [ Like him getting injured. ] It's only natural that we have the odd unsettled night.

I don't think we should read into dreams too much.

[ She's saying that to reassure herself as much as anything else. Although he doesn't need to know that. ]