"Well," Daine says, "it's good that you're back." Even if it does take all of his memories a while to catch up with the rest of him, at least he's in his body again.

His rather soaked body, now that she's paying attention. "Do you want some help?" she hazards, not entirely sure what she can offer. It's a dream - can he just think himself dry? She supposes she could grow herself some fur and wipe him off a bit, if he wouldn't find it too unsettling. It's not as if she hasn't gotten him a bit damp before, when she was in cat shape and fell into that enormous tree planter. Looked at that way, she probably owes him.