[His eyes blink open when he feels that weight shifting and when he sees her returning to her normal form, the relief is so overwhelming he can only stare at her, a whirlwind of emotions that he only barely manages to contain. Repeatedly he has to remind himself that this is just a dream, she's fine, she's safe. Yet everything he felt, everything he thought, it had been so real. And if this hadn't been a dream...]
...Not yet, you're still dreaming.
[Eventually he releases the breath he had been holding and he pulls back just enough so that he can look down at her.]
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...Not yet, you're still dreaming.
[Eventually he releases the breath he had been holding and he pulls back just enough so that he can look down at her.]
But you're at least more aware.