She startles at his touch, not quite bolting upright, but waking with a jerk and a short, sharp gasp, eyes wide and momentarily uncomprehending, until the details of the waking world filter in through sleep-jumbled senses enough to overwrite the lingering scraps of nightmare.

"Marc?" It comes out a little uncertain, and she reaches up to trap his hand against her cheek, as though half afraid he'll vanish along with the dream.