((Nope, Kaya has not a clue that she didn't cause it. It was too well timed, so she thinks that her trying to help wake him up caused his nightmare to hurt him further. Like it was trying to scare her back.))

The girl had braced her hands on the countertop, and seemed to be staring at nothing in front of her. A small bowl sat on the counter beside the stove with a tea ball and a large cup. Inside the bowl, loose tea sat, the light smell of rosehips, mint and something faintly spiced emanated from it.

Her eyes moved to his, noting that his wounds had closed. That, at least, eased her some. She remained braced as she was, her body slightly tense. The black denim skirt and tank seem to be her usual, but her feet are bare. And instead of being in it's sheath at her back, the dagger sits next to her on the countertop.

She let out a breath. "Good morning. How do you feel?" A strange question from the empath, but she asked it anyway. She picked up the dagger, sheathing it, not at her lower back, but at her outer thigh, instead.

The oendant around his neck is humming with her own emotional wavelength. And Kaya is tense. She's nervous and jumpy, worried, very much, about Haro himself. And she'd dreading seeing what Miles left for her in the mirror.

For the first time, Kaya doesn't make an advance to hug Haro. But there's little doubt that the woman needs a hug.