"I... yes. I think so," Julian admits, attempting not to think too hard about any of this. It is all a bit much. "It hurt. Not in a way I could really describe, but I think perhaps she can't go very far from me. At least not without some sort of... pain. We seem to be attached, not in a way I can see or understand. I don't know, she hadn't gone far enough yet I think, I don't think anyway, but I knew immediately I didn't want to find out what happened if she went farther." He reaches up with one hand to entwine his fingers into her fur, and Agamede snuggles in against his neck deeply. "We don't have whatever she and Cosmia are in my world."

He let's Gus help him by the elbow, though the feeling has all but faded except the memory of it. There's nothing so bad about a handsome man showing you kindness, after all, right? "Thank you, Gus. Ah! This is much better," he adds, taking a deep breath and looking up at the trees, clearly either the end of spring or beginning of summer, he'd judge. Warm, green... it feels more real than any dream he has ever experienced. "Wherever we are, it is quite lovely."