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[ he's completed cleaning the sores and washing her limbs about three quarters through the story with the pace of his drawl, so he's washing her hair by the time the tale comes to its end, fingers pausing in the strands when she speaks. ]

My lady?

Only when she was a threat to others did they act. They only cared about the danger that came with her grief. She should never have stopped mourning, she could have made them all mourn with her.

[ Something about just that alone strikes a chord in a memory that she hasn't experienced yet, and she stares past him while trying to catch an image of it.

There's only smog. ]

But how could the fire in her not fade away, with nobody left to love her more than they loved the world?

You believe that she stopped mourning merely because her pain no longer ruled her?

[ he cups a hand to dip into the water, rising again to start rinsing her hair out, section by section. ]

Though if she had brought the destruction of the world, who could have mourned with her after everything and everyone was destroyed?

She mourned alone, didn't she? Their comfort was for the sake of the world, not for her.

[ Hugging her knees close with little scratches, Vanessa straightens back up and shuts her eyes. ]

At least she once had passion, but then she had to let it go.

Some would think of how she was a part of the world as well.

[ he encourages her to tip her head back a little more, rinsing out the finer hairs at her temples. ]

Though the first of those to hear that story found their focus on another matter than what you speak of.

[ One can trust Vanessa to relate to the most depressing thoughts over a story on the best of days. ]

What was that?

[ he can't really blame her in this moment for it, considering what she's gone through, whether he knows exactly what that was or not. so there's no reproach or annoyance of where her focus is with the story, continuing in that same storyteller way as he finishes rinsing out her hair. ]

They found solace through the story in the creation of night. It allowed the creation of time, allowing wounds the ability to heal and rest.

[ Time. This too will pass.

How many times has it happened already? How many times is she supposed to let go of it?

She's never known how to do that. ]

Time means nothing here. We're as trapped as she was in the first day.

[ Pulling away, Vanessa leans forward onto a hand and wipes at her face. ]

Nothing here will go away, nothing except what is good.

[ his hand fall from her as she pulls away. ]

And yet, you returned.

[ At their bidding. And at their bidding, she'll no doubt return. She doesn't have the heart to say that to him when he's trying to be kind in his own way. ]

May I— I can finish. I need...a moment, please?

[ there's a moment of pause, Morpheus going still as if surprised by the request. but then he moves, dipping his hands into the water to rinse off the last of the suds, then rising slowly while drying his hands on a hand towel. ]

As you wish, my love. I shall wait outside.

[ She nods, glancing at him again with a sudden flickering smile of gratitude despite the furrowed brow. She appreciates what he's already done more than he can know, and it's taking all of her strength to keep her voice (mildly) steady at the moment. ]

Thank you.

Do not hesitate to call should you have need of me. I will hear you.

[ but he steps through the bathroom door, closing it delicately behind him. ]

[ In that case, she does her best to keep her weeping as silent as possible.

There isn't too much more to do to wash up, so it isn't long before she's climbing out to find what looks like a clean towel to wrap herself in. By the time she's sitting on the tub's edge to drain the water, her face is dry.

She doesn't know what to do with the clothes, she can't just leave a mess there. She wouldn't mind burning them, really. ]

[ he honors her privacy as best as he can while still listening, waiting as long as necessary. it's only when he hears the water drain and then the silence after of no movement does he knock gently on the door, speaking low through it. ]

There are clean clothes that I can offer you, if you wish.

[ That draws her over, shuffling to the door to pull it open with a peek up toward his face. The sight of him tightens her throat again.

Opening the door the rest of the way, she suddenly steps forward to wrap her arms around his middle, face hidden against his shoulder. As some sort of comfort or gratitude, she doesn't know.

She doesn't force it to linger for long, but she does struggle to let go once it feels she should. She wouldn't mind wearing his clothes until she can recall where other dresses are. ]

[ she doesn't have to pull away if she doesn't want to, Dream welcoming her in an easy embrace as she leans into him. one arm wraps around her back while the other gently cradles the back of her head as she hides her face. ]

[ It's only another minute, when her breathing has actually steadied from her recent cry, before Vanessa pulls away with a grateful gkance. Just back in the washroom long enough to gather up the sweatshirt and squint at the pile of what used to be a dress. She doesn't even want the earrings anymore.

With one hand reaching to keep her towel from slipping, she looks quizzical with her whisper. ]

Is there somewhere to dispose of them?

[ The bathroom trash probably wouldn't work well, and she doesn't want to leave them a mess. ]

You need not concern yourself with it.

[ he'll handle it while she dresses in his room, taking her hand again to lead her there. ]

[ It does feel much better now that she's clean. Once she has rebandaged herself and dressed–

What is she to dress in? A robe of his again? She could ask, but she stays silent until they return to his room, holding tightly to his hand. ]

[ they reenter his bedroom, and she'll see some clothes folded on the edge of the bed. a simple black t-shirt and a pair of those sleep pants he wore in her apartment before. ]

[ At first her glance about is a slow and dulled curiosity, and the folded clothes draw out some of a smile, but spotting the stuffed raven nearly brings a hiccup of emotion that she tries to restrain with a tremble before going over to pick it up for a hug. He had said that he kept it, but it's another thing to see it.

He seems to decorate about as much as she does. ]

I am overwhelmed with the joy of seeing you again. [ —to Morpheus, of course, as she turns to face him again. ] There were moments which felt like years and I did not think I would look upon you or anyone else again.

[ he had been about to step back out, ready to provide her privacy for dressing or for another surge of emotion as he watches her hug the stuffed object. but her words draw him fully back into the room, stepping by her side, his hand gently cupping her cheek. ]

As to that ... are you aware of how long you were hidden from us?

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[ At the question, she kneads anxiously at the stuffed animal. It felt like so much longer. ]

Just over two days.

[ It took her a bit longer than it should have to reorient herself enough to even find Heine's, or it would have been slightly sooner. ]

I could not even find you in my dreams. I was not permitted to sleep.

Nor could I find you. It was as if you had vanished from this place as completely as you arrived.

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