At the pat, Anakin softly squeezes Garht'zel's hand.

"I do have nightmares sometimes. Sometimes Mom does, and they wake me up too." Not her thrashing or crying out - he'd wake before that point. It was her emotional distress he was picking up.

"So are the Sith bad?" Anakin's little face knitted in confusion. He didn't think Garth'zel was bad. "Or just mean?" He had only the vaguest idea of Jedi, as Knights To Do Good.