If it was possible to sense fear, he would have called it out immediately. Squinting momentarily as if struggling to witness what had unfolded ; he brought himself close enough to be considered normal.

      ❝ More or less ;

              but what are you doing at this hour ? ❞

A face of bemusement plastered itself onto her when she noticed him squinting at her. Did he possibly see through something of her? What was in her hands was placed down on the nearest surface as she used her free arm as a rest for her elbow,

                 “That’s—- It’s a long story..,”
 Not wishing to admit that she was too full of anxiety to go to sleep: That every some noise, creak, and bump in the blinding darkness brought pure terror to herself,

"You don’t need to worry yourself with that, I assure you..—?" Oh wait, she had no idea what his name was.