[ maybe it doesn't necessarily matter what she thinks in the context that he's bound to just do whatever he sees fit anyway, no matters who's encouraging or discouraging it, but it doesn't make him any less curious to learn how her thoughts steer, like it's just instinctive to want to know the way people tick, just as he's very easily learning the kind of things that annoy her.

but he does at least try to ponder when the wound might have opened, knowing that he hasn't exactly been too active as of late, neither in training nor ... well, his bed. but her guess sounds as good as any, and he knows that his return to his bed last night had resulted in the additional return of his restlessness, jolting awake when certain images had returned to his mind.

he sighs to her question, standing still with his back turned for a moment longer, like he indulges in its advantages, shielding away the subtle expressions in his eyes, his lips, as he recalls details from within his sleep, memories resurfacing themselves as they often do. ]

We all get 'em, right?

[ his answer speaks without weight, like it can be shrugged quite easily off of his shoulder when he turns to sit on his bed, eyes peering up at her. ]

Dreamt I was stuck in one of those ... Pride and Prejudice houses, all stuffy with people just spinning around the room cause they got nothing better to do. Was fighting for my life in there.