[ Luna's quiet, staring up at him for another long, silent moment. She never asked him to do such a thing, and yet he did it anyway. He fixed it, shifted her dreamscape into something else, something more peaceful. And it's not the first time he's done it either — all of it without prompting.
And it's new; things even he didn't know he could do, either. Luna knows well enough the Dream affected them, it certainly put limitations on her magic — would exhaust her if she pushed herself too hard. Healing magic wouldn't work (and it still doesn't work here, it still has its limitations) but here in the Waking World, things are... much different. More so for him than her. She's awestruck as his words settle in. It's a far cry from how he used to be, the ways in which he's slowly regaining parts of himself — no longer so lost and weakened. ]
You saw my nightmare...? You saw what it was about? [ There's a stirring of guilt in her, something a little mortified too. Mostly of the fact he's seen something hurtful, something her own mind's conjured — her fears of losing Peter, of him turning into something that... isn't even Paimon, either. A shade of the demon who would hurt her, like when he'd attacked her back in Deerington. ]
I'm sorry— [ He'll tell her it isn't her fault, but she feels regretful he saw such a thing. She can't imagine it wasn't pleasant for him to see that.
But she's... deeply touched by the gesture, despite that guilt and odd mortification over the whole thing. He slowly reclaims himself, and then helps her; reaches in to manipulate her dreams for good, to stop her hurting. It's... a huge, strange sensation in her chest, hard to process. Her heart feels... full. She's stunned, lost for words.
It wells up in her, seeps through her in her tired, emotional state. Gratefulness, guilt, and a quiet kind of peace. Her eyes fill with tears, gravity quickly taking them and splashing them down — sideways over her face, over the bridge of her nose — into the pillow. ]
... I'm not upset with you. [ She utters it when she realises her tears. He'll know that, surely. He'll feel she's not upset with him. But she oddly feels the need to say it. ]
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And it's new; things even he didn't know he could do, either. Luna knows well enough the Dream affected them, it certainly put limitations on her magic — would exhaust her if she pushed herself too hard. Healing magic wouldn't work (and it still doesn't work here, it still has its limitations) but here in the Waking World, things are... much different. More so for him than her. She's awestruck as his words settle in. It's a far cry from how he used to be, the ways in which he's slowly regaining parts of himself — no longer so lost and weakened. ]
You saw my nightmare...? You saw what it was about? [ There's a stirring of guilt in her, something a little mortified too. Mostly of the fact he's seen something hurtful, something her own mind's conjured — her fears of losing Peter, of him turning into something that... isn't even Paimon, either. A shade of the demon who would hurt her, like when he'd attacked her back in Deerington. ]
I'm sorry— [ He'll tell her it isn't her fault, but she feels regretful he saw such a thing. She can't imagine it wasn't pleasant for him to see that.
But she's... deeply touched by the gesture, despite that guilt and odd mortification over the whole thing. He slowly reclaims himself, and then helps her; reaches in to manipulate her dreams for good, to stop her hurting. It's... a huge, strange sensation in her chest, hard to process. Her heart feels... full. She's stunned, lost for words.
It wells up in her, seeps through her in her tired, emotional state. Gratefulness, guilt, and a quiet kind of peace. Her eyes fill with tears, gravity quickly taking them and splashing them down — sideways over her face, over the bridge of her nose — into the pillow. ]
... I'm not upset with you. [ She utters it when she realises her tears. He'll know that, surely. He'll feel she's not upset with him. But she oddly feels the need to say it. ]