"Oh." His head tilts back to stare at the sprawling, slow-moving shape coming at them. "Wow."

"Wow," indeed. It's a whale, it's right outside, it's enormous which, as whales go, makes perfect sense but still. Wow. And Daine seems downright pleased to see it. He watches wonderingly as it maneuvers itself to stare right at them.

Daniel has to remind himself to breathe, dwarfed by this animal of questionable reality - generating a distracted tangle of fascinatingly abstract questions, of whether or not other beings in dreams are sentient, are they drawn from memory, how would shared dreams affect the properties of reactivity? - and takes a step back for good measure. He swallows, hard, and tries not to look directly at the massive eye that feels like it's x-ray-ing him.