Adasse is choking, somewhere between a laugh and a scream, because watching even a spirit-Sorrel on fire is not going to do anything for his particular nightmares. He shakes his head, and knows the shaking is all over his body, a fine tremor.

He sucks in a breath, going into Sorrel's arms and holding on tight. "I'm trying, 'Rel. I am trying so damned hard." He leans back to look at his lover, dark eyes haunted and solemn. "I'll be okay. I know it's not real - if anything that just ... brought it home. You go save the day. I'll - I dunno." He grins, suddenly, half-hysterical and half amused, "Hide under a bed with Coco. Ghosts of dust bunnies can't scare me."