There's something sort of gloomy here, she can feel it even with her clouded senses. Simonides makes his displeasure with it quickly known, curling ever closer into her shoulder.

"It's okay," she hushes gently, stroking his fur. "Someone's just sad, that's all."

It's rarely all, and they both know it - this is profound sadness, for her to feel it even in a dream.

She sees him a few moments later, walking through the woods with a huge corvid on his shoulder.

"It's Tim," whispers Simonides.

"Yes." She bites her lip. She doesn't want to scare Tim, or probe too deeply, but after their last encounter she feels like there needs to be some kind of follow-up, and a dream is at least relatively neutral territory.

"Tim?" she calls as gently as she can, following his makeshift forest path. "Tim, hey."