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[He does look at the lifestream, look at the souls, look at the world around them just taking it in with wide eyes and silent awe.

He really doesn't know how long he sits in quiet appreciation, before he puts a hand over his eyes as he realizes they've begun to ache from being kept open.]

Beautiful. I begin to understand.

[Resting his head against his shoulder.]

Apologies for not showing you earlier. Sometimes I truly forget how unlimited the powers of the dreaming are. Somehow even more vast than those we were born with.

[He looks at Emet-Selch again, though not moving enough to dislodge him. It really is fascinating seeing the color of his soul.]

I hadn't even imagined to use it this way. This really is.... Quite the power, even if it is all a dream.

[Emet-Selch's soul is two-toned with one color more prominent than the other. Lahabrea will notice his is as well. Wonder why that is.]

Now you can understand why I bemoan it so.

[He is examining that. Hm!]

I can. I will hate to not see this, when we wake.

Tell me about our souls.

You want a lecture? At this time of night?

[Being obtuse on purpose.]

[He makes a vague gesture at the man leaning against him.]

Is this what tempering looks like, then?

You know as well as I do the summoning flows back upon those that called it forcing them to align.

Though now I wonder what you were expecting.

I had no expectations. I never really wondered how it looked, in your eyes. Or, perhaps, I did once. But that was long ago.

[He lifts his hand, curiously inspecting it.]

Everything you see... It truly must seem like blindness, not having this.

Colorless. As if everything was dipped in gray.

Ah, but I will survive it, troublesome as it is. But you are correct, this is another reason why I retreat here as often as I do. Calm and comfort. A way to ease the mind. Even if the memories are sometimes to painful to recount.

[Taking one of Lahabrea's hands and just barely mixing their aether again.]

You can feel it, can't you?

Hmm.

[It's a soft acknowledging noise. Watching that with renewed interest, now that he can see it and not just feel. It's fascinating, and honestly beautiful.]

And to think my Sight isn't even the strongest.

Feeling sentimental?

[But then, when isn't Emet-Selch sentimental. Still, bringing up his old friends, he must be.]

Asking questions to which you already know the answer. How unscholarly.

[He leans his head on his shoulder again and closes his eyes. He drapes his own aether over Lahabrea like a shawl, a feather-like weight.]

[How warm. He leans his chin on top of Emet-Selch's head but doesn't close his eyes, enjoying the Sight.]

Maybe you're rubbing off on me. After all this time that might be inevitable.

Hardly. You're stubborn. Immovably so.

And hopeful. 'Tis a reason why you toil as you do.

I won't hear about stubbornness from you.

[Grumble.]

But I do hope. For all my fears they cannot outweigh that. We may stumble on the path at times but here you are to pull me up, as I for you.

I truly must worry you for you to get this emotional. But there is no false statement in your words.

[Nudging him to lie down.]

Now, you said you were going to rest. That does not mean studying all night.

You do worry me.

[He won't deny it!]

But that is nothing new. Fine, I will rest. You as well, enjoy the peace.

Calm your worries. All will be alright.

[Changing the bench into a material that has more give and procuring a blanket out of nothingness for him.]

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