When they were finally settled in bed, Severus took sweet comfort and victory in her warm body next to his. Nothing could change the way she felt in his arms, how she comforted him without knowing.
It was his turn to help her.
He had to wait for the nightmare, though. He had to wait until she was asleep, wait until she was vulnerable; she was too strong awake, too aware.
She was still so angry. It was on display. She wasn't relaxing as much in his arms, and she was muttering about how stupid she was being as she tried to sleep.