[When the bed shifts under his added weight and she feels his shoulder bump against hers, she realizes then how little room there is on there, even just to sit. A heat crawls up her neck and her cheeks, but the darkness masks that, at least, and she curls her knees up to her chest to bury her face in. She tries to keep her voice steady, but the tension winding up tight in her stomach wavers it.]

You saw a lot, huh?

[Bringing it back to the forefront of her mind, she can feel that same burning over her scar that she remembers there being for the many days after she had woken up in Midgar, and her muscles feel tired all over again. A hand slides beneath the sides to touch it, to make sure that the wound hasn't opened as a result of the dream.]

Not really sure what else there is to talk about... Everything you saw is mostly what happened. Or what I could remember of it...