She could feel his eyes on her. Here, in what amounted to a dream, it makes her feel less nervous and anxious. It's acceptable now. Dreams were mutable, like the open water. The rules weren't the same in dreams. Hypnos followed his own drum.

Her own eyes lifted to his, looking back at him. She can hear his heart beating faster, and had watched his pupils dilate. She looked around slowly, still cautious. This place would never be one of her favorite places. She held out her hand to him, inviting him to her side. She waited for his questions. Dream Kaya is far more goddess, and far less teenager.