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*The not'cat rubs up against Dream's ankle.*

There is Death.

They haven't really had a chance to talk in... too long.

And maybe that's why she almost sounds shy when she speaks.

"Hello, little brother."

And is petted.

"Good evening, Yrael."

"Hello, Elder Sister."

He dips his head in a slow nod to her.

Enter Cuthbert.

Or, well, not enter, as he's been in the bar for some time.

In any case, he's now approaching Dream, bowing and raising a fist to his forehead. "Hile, Lord."

*He purrs into Dream's hand, white fur under white skin.*

Good evening, Lord. Things are well with you?

"Hile, Gunslinger."

And a polite bow of his head.

"Things are, yes. And with you?"

She pulls out a chair and flops down. She seems very interested in her hands.

"I... look. I know we've haven't talked in... too long. But I also thought I'd, you know, give you some time with your girl and whatnot."

Silence.

"How've you been?"

"There was a matter Roland wished to discuss with you, my Lord. Have you spoken with him recently?"

Cuthbert's tone is light, conversational, but there may be something in his eyes to indicate that the matter Roland would discuss with the Dream-lord is a serious one.

"I have been fine, Sister."

He doesn't sound upset. He doesn't, however, ask how she's been.

"I have spoken to him of dreams."

And if Dream knows any more, well, he isn't saying.

"Ah. Well, this is...not about his dreams, but related to it, you could say. It has to do with his time in todash space. In any case, he asked that I let you know, if I saw you before he did."

They are, mostly, though I worry slightly that they might not in the future.

Dream may be the only being in the bar able to heft Yrael onto his lap for petting without, in the slightest, failing to keep sight of Yrael's true form.

"Do you care to speak of it, my friend?"

Dream waits, then, for further information.

She is quiet.

"I was worried."

His brow raises, and he waits for her to explain.

*Yrael takes the lifting with good grace, as far as a catshape can, with his legs out straight at frantic-looking angles.*

Svava read her letter from the Landlord. She has to choose whether to go and ~~die~~ fight at the end of her world, or stay here.

Cuthbert glances around, and does not see Anthy, or~~due to Millitime,~~ Meg. And he figures he can trust Morpheus to be discreet. Nonetheless, he lowers his voice a bit.

"I'm not certain how much it would be wise to say here and now, Lord, but...it concerns Anthy, as well. And...certain actions she's taken."

"And you do not wish her to go."

He sends cool fingers down Yrael's back, smoothing the not'fur with not'fingers of his own.

Two only-vaguely-physical beings makes for hard writing.

"Just, with..." She's not going to say the name. "Stuff. Before the wedding."

She doesn't remember ever being really awkward around her little brother. It's not a feeling she likes.

"If not here, than where?"

It is more than vaguely possible that Dream is amused;

"I am always at Milliways. Outside the door, for me, is what you call todash space. Others call it the Outer Darkness. Regardless, it is not a place conducive to conversation."

*It really does, doesn't it?*

*Yrael purrs, calmed somewhat but still looking troubled* No. I do not wish her to go. It hurts, but I would not keep her from making her own choice.

*He has had enough experience with choices being made for him that he would rather suffer than do it to someone else. Especially someone he cares about.*

"I am Morpheus again."

Quietly. Mildly. She should know that. The other version of him did what was for. If Dream were not Morpheus right now, it would be obvious.