"...Oh." Many of the details are slipping away, but because it's closer to memory than anything else and he's had the dream time and time again, he still knows the shape of it. He also gets the implication. Not that he was tossing and turning, as from what he knows he doesn't tend to do that, but that it came through in a way a few dreams have been coming through.

He's quiet for a moment as she pets the cat, trying to find words.

"Well. I did get fresh air out of it. Many apprentices and enchanters were jealous of that part. And rain. That was when I started to fall in love with rain, though I'm still a little disappointed whenever it's cold." When all else fails, make it less serious and painful.

'Making the issue smaller than it is will not help the cause, only your own feelings.' That's not a new complaint. He's heard it extremely often, even.

"In you go. I'll wake you after a time." Purrelden butts her head against Adelaide's hand, demanding more, paying him no heed, and he looks down at the little traitor. "You can borrow the little ingrate if you'd like, even. Apparently toppling from Nate's face is fine with her, but not my chest."