[ He doesn't act like he recognizes her. Which doesn't have to mean anything. There are all sorts of reasons not to trust a kind stranger, and this place just stacks them on.
But here they are. ]
That'd be nice. [ The chamomile, he means. The dreams are something else. He presses his lips together, unsure how to explain it. ]
Whatever they did— whatever brought us here. It linked our dreams, as well.
no subject
But here they are. ]
That'd be nice. [ The chamomile, he means. The dreams are something else. He presses his lips together, unsure how to explain it. ]
Whatever they did— whatever brought us here. It linked our dreams, as well.