He idly wondered if normal to her was what was normal to him, always bad. No escape from the horrors of the mind even in sleep. He already felt bad that she had to wake him up almost every night since he arrived. He hated the idea that she might suffer like he does.

"Much bad." he spoke as he lifted the spoon and knife to get ready to eat. Shifted his eyes to her a moment. He didn't know how to express it to her, how bad his dreams were how terrible his mind could be, so he offered a sad smile and then just went to start eatting.