Harper said nothing.
Amelia patted Harper's back. "Don't be afraid."
Harper pursed his lips and said in a muffled voice, "Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Amelia: "Huh? It's not ridiculous. Brother, you're only seven years old. What's wrong with being afraid of nightmares at seven years old? It's normal to wet the bed."
Harper was speechless. 'You sure know how to comfort people!'
Harper lay down in a muffled voice and turned his back on Amelia. He looked like he didn't want to talk to anyone, but he didn't refuse Amelia's pat on the back.
Amelia didn't fuss about Harper's attitude. She lay down with him, yawned, and fell asleep in a second.
Harper was speechless. 'Asleep just like that? Not patting him anymore?'
