"Ah. Well, I suppose that's something then," Julian says after a second. He straightens and takes a breath, his lungs no longer feeling like they are being squeezed by hot irons, and moves towards Daniel. He sits down next to him against the wall, lets Agamede crawl into his lap with a small whine, and scratches between her ears, glad for her physical contact. The wrist he had landed on when he slipped throbs a little, but Julian figures he could be dead so... you know. There's that going for him.

"A reprieve, then, for now at least." He looks over, trying to see Daniel in the darkness. "You had me worried there for a second. Are you quite sure you're glasses were the only casualty with that... quite graceful dance you had with that tree?" Not that there's much he could do for Daniel, not here, but he can't help but ask. Since entering the dream, he has felt nothing but helpless. Being useful could at least be a change from that.