Beneath the pajamas she wears, Roland might be able to feel thick raised scar tissue--but only for a second. Riza pulls away quickly, turning to the touch to find Roland watching her with concern in his eyes.

"I--" Her breathing is erratic, clearly distracted by the content of her nightmare. She owes him an explanation, but the fear of admitting that she simply doesn't belong has her biting her tongue. "I'm sorry, Roland." Her voice is unusually small, hesitating. "I didn't mean to wake you. You...should go back to sleep."

Sitting up, she curls her knees towards herself, exhaling slowly. Awake now but still visibly shaken, she presses her forehead to her hands in an attempt to hide the start of shaking sobs from her husband.