"I remember you." Iman grins easily as her crow buddy flutters down from a tree to perch on her arm - he'd been peering around from a higher vantage point with the same curiosity and eagerness that she feels, if only she had wings. She appreciates his exploratory attitude as much as she appreciates his closeness now - it's much easier to appreciate him in general now than it was in the last strenuous dream, where he was strange and they were both stressed and sassy.

"We're on an island," he says, nuzzling his beak against her in a brief greeting. "There are a bunch of them, all woven together."

"Sounds nice," she says lightly. She picks a direction and starts walking. "I think we could all do with a nice dream."

"It has been a while," Aqil agrees.

"How would you know?" she asks, glancing at him. "Have you been having dreams of your own?"

"I dream with you, silly," he says. "We're always together, even if I'm not outside. That's how it works."

Interesting. She lifts an eyebrow, wondering over the implications of that. Before they can really get into it though (and she can feel his itch to discuss just as much as her own) they're disrupted by a rustling from nearby, signifying the presence of another dreamer, and they both look up with equally birdlike alacrity.