He doesn't know, yet, what events she has faced that would cause her to have terrors at night, but there is plenty of time to have those discussions. Or not. He has agreed to accept her as she is, and that includes her history, too. Whatever that history might be. Perhaps she will share it one day, in exchange for the parts of his own history that she doesn't know yet.

He sets his goblet down on the table and approaches the bed, then leans against one of the posts. He won't come any closer without an invitation.

"If you will do the same for me." He has seen plenty too. The deaths of first Ygritte and then Rickon. Battles. Those who have died at his hand, especially Olly, whose face he will never get out of his head. Olly, the one he tried so hard to reach, but in the end had failed. An army of the dead. His own death. It makes for unquiet sleep of his own.