"I'd ask you how many fingers, but I'm afraid that would seem a bit unfair considering the fact that your glasses are broken and I can barely see you to begin with," he says with a chuckle. "Let me know if your head starts to hurt. Not sure what I can do about anything right about now, but let me know anyhow. If only dreams would let you take along supplies! I could take care of your hands and have you off to lunch in minutes."

He pulls his long legs up and rests his arms across them, one hand still touching Agamede's back. If there was one thing about this dreamworld he wishes he could keep, it would be her. "My wrist hurts because, like an idiot, I thought I could catch myself from falling whilst running uphill in the dark on unstable ground, but nothing is damaged. In fact, now that I'm here, and not running, I'm feeling much, much better."

He listens briefly, but still hears nothing. "So, are you adventures going to and from other worlds in your awakened life like this a lot? Because I admire you greatly, but certainly don't envy you. I have faced some scary things in my life, but this is not something I would like to repeat. Ever."