The sound of his voice alone helps to ground her, reminding her of where she is and where she isn’t, and she buries her face in his chest as she holds onto him. Allison isn’t a stranger to nightmares - she doubts anyone in her family is - but she’s not used to them being this strong anymore. She can still feel the blood on her, the sense of helplessness and dread as she bled out on the floor of that goddamned cabin hitting her like a ton of bricks, but she tries to follow Klaus’ instructions even if her lungs feel too small for her body. If she had her voice, it’d be impossible to hide the way her breath shudders into a sort of whimper as she transitions between the remnants of the nightmare to actually being awake, but instead there’s nothing. Just absolute silence from her end, except for the way her breathing finally settles into a more normal level.

For a moment she stays still, not willing to move at first, but eventually she pulls back slightly once she trusts herself a little bit more. She feels so stupid, when Klaus is the one that had gone back in time - to war, no less - and she’s here. Freaking out about what happened.

She swallows hard, her features pinching with pain for a moment before she finally makes eye contact with Klaus even if she looks embarrassed more than anything else as she mouths a silent I’m sorry to him.