She laughed deeply, looking a little relieved. "Yeah," she said, setting the roll on her bag and taking a few steps towards him, a frown instantly crossing her lips. "But you seem okay."
Something still seemed to be bothering her, but she brightened, taking his hand gently. "Oh, good. I thought maybe you had a bad dream."
She shook her head, walking along next to him. "No. I don't really dream very much unless it's some sort of vision."
She laughed a little, looking up at him. "What? No. Why?" She raised an eyebrow. "Did I sleepwalk or something?"
She considered this for a moment. “I used to sleepwalk while I dreamed,” she mused. “I climbed out onto the roof once.”
She laughed a little. "Mama climbed after me and pulled me back in the house. I got in such trouble."