Pull
"You have had a rough day." The Lord of the Dreaming comments almost soothingly. He waves his arm, and the dull throbbing pain is gone. She says nothing, there is too much to say. In his realm her own quiet place is almost heaven, dark and secluded from all but Dream himself. She doesn't like to dream. There is no wonder there that will not happen when she is awake. A slight cold marks the passing of his fingers along her shoulder. As far apart as they are is just as close as they are. He knows her feeling, even if not how to express it. It is neither a comfort nor unease that Endless as well experience regret and longing in her tired stage. She has not lifted her eyes from the ground. He knows her mind is refusing to gather anything more. He stands with her there for what could pass as mere minutes or pure hours until she once again passes...