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She wasn't yelling at the person she was worried about, she was yelling because she was worried about the person. Thankfully it wasn't something he asked her to explain, as the premise seemed to make very little sense outside of her thoughts. "I know, I'm sorry." She still felt awful, suddenly yelling like that... "It's just... I thought that--" She bit her lip thoughtfully. It was unfair of her to shout at him for dodging an explanation and then dodge an explanation herself. When she resumed, her volume was such that Inigo would likely have to strain to hear her, "I thought you were dying." It was so horrible a thought that, when she instinctively pulled her hands into fists, she scarcely even noticed that the fingers of her left responded accordingly.

"No, I understand." She had nightmares too, varying from flashbacks to the little girl she'd slain, the talons of the Ho-Oh's Sky Attack, the gunshot from however many years ago. They weren't exactly things she could readily describe as points of solace, though, so she simply raised a knowing gaze to meet his before standing with a nod. "It's not a problem," she assured. "I'm sorry I shouted..." As if she hadn't apologized enough. "Then, I guess I'll..." A few steps in retreat towards the tent completed the thought for her; she wished in part to join him under the sky for the rest of the evening, but she couldn't imagine him being terribly comfortable about her presence after being so reluctant to explain. She paused just before entering, a hesitant thought forming on her lips before finally breaking into words, "...Sleep well."

Charmant, who had waited soundlessly at the entrance to the tent during the exchange, moved aside to allow her trainer entry and took up her previous place in a corner as the human settled into a reclining pose. Unlike Inigo, she didn't expect to deal with sleeping problems for the remainder of the night. Years of practice had trained her to wake easily and fall back asleep similarly easily. Expectations were not always favorably met, though, and the previous thoughts of items that inspired nightmares in her danced at the edge of slumber, taunting her from afar to dare to try and sleep.

It wouldn't be terribly long before there was a quiet rustling of fabric from the tend, and the small, dark-haired girl emerged pensively, almost shamefully. She took a seat to a side, placing her gaze on the sky's reflection in the lake. She wouldn't speak unless she was specifically noticed or questioned.

"Mm... So it seems," she responded quietly. She pulled up her legs and wrapped her arms around her knees, testing the grip of her left hand idly. It seemed it was responding once more, though sensation was still limited. Perhaps a hypochondriac reaction had been a contributing factor to the paralysis... "I usually fall asleep easily... Maybe I was up too long." It wasn't a very large point of concern - she was used to functioning on little sleep - but it was at least mildly embarrassing to admit.

"Ah, no, that's not something you should apologize for," she dismissed. "I sleep lightly... I probably would have woken if you'd as much as coughed." She compressed her posture slightly, knowing full well that her inability to fall asleep wasn't due to the length of time she had spent awake. "Mm, I understand... About the nightmares, I mean." A slight shift of her posture, and a quieting of her voice, "It's not easy to fall asleep when you're expecting bad dreams." She drew a breath. "Well, I wouldn't mind watching the sunrise, if that's how it has to be. I can take a nap later, if I must."