Steve's pulse was racing under her hand, she could feel that frantic beat beneath his skin, but she waited until he opened his eyes to move further. Leaning just a little closer, she smoothed her hand up his chest to gently cup his jaw, rubbing her thumb along the skin there. Having someone touch her after a nightmare had always helped to ground her - perhaps it would do the same for him.

"You're awake now," she assured him in that same quiet voice. "Whatever it was you saw, that's not where you are. You're here with me." Memories or full-on nightmares, it didn't matter; whatever he'd just experienced had been incredibly real to him or he wouldn't have been so affected by it. She couldn't say it hadn't been real, because it might have been at one point, and she couldn't begin to assume she knew what he was going through. All she could do was try to help him however she could.