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Faith comes into the bar from upstairs, obviously just out of the shower - all the blood is gone, and her hair is still wet, clinging to her shoulders.

Her expression is completely unreadable as she moves to the bar and acquires two things - coffee, and a room key - before moving to a table.

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"I'm going to sleep alone tonight in a totally undecorated apartment, because apparently I'm a masochist," Faith says, dryly. "Beyond that...well, you know. What point is there in talking?"

He can think of any number of logical, well thought out things to say involving the effects of holding things in on mortal minds, how stress tends to build up and cause any of a number of physical issues, or preaching not keeping ones friends and family out.

Instead he gives her another silent hug.

Even Dream can learn, eventually.

She's not keeping him out.

He's Dream. She couldn't keep him out if she tried.

She just doesn't see the point of getting emotional about it.

She does, however, lean into his embrace, with a sigh.

He doesn't understand emotions, Dream. He has experience, but in the tradition of many of those who spend all their time thinking instead of just existing (beginning the tradition, really), he has never quite understood them. Eventually he lets her go and asks,

"Would you like something to eat? Or drink?"

Faith shakes her head, slightly.

"I don't think I could eat. I have coffee...they might need me, still."

He nods in return and pulls a chair out for her to sit in, then settles cross-legged in the air nearby.

Faith eyes the floating, and smiles faintly.

"You don't have to stay with me, you know. Moiraine...she might need you."

"Part of being omnipresent is that I can be with both of you at the same time. I am simply manifesting here as well."

He returns the smile, equally faintly.

"...oh."

Faith blinks. A lot.

"...does it hurt?"

"No. I am with you anyway. This is simply more convenient to speak with you than being a dis-embodied voice. What you see when you look at me is all that you can comprehend."

He shrugs, and waves a hand at random,

"The terminology is that the Dreaming is my realm. It is more correct to state that I, as Lord Morpheus or Daniel or Nyarlathotep, am a small fraction of the Dreaming."

Faith blinks.

A lot.

More.

"...no pain for Dream. Good! That's...good."

He gives her another small smile, and another shrug,

"No pain for Dream. And it is not a problem for me to be here."

"Good."

Faith smiles, soft, fond.

"Thank you. For caring about me even though I'm not yours."

"I do not only like those who are mine, Faith. And I do not particularly like all of those who are mine. My feelings and those who are within my realm do not always coincide."

Ask him about some of those he doesn't care for! Or not, whatever.

"I am fond of you. I always have been."

Yes, even when she was running around with the Mayor.

Faith blushes and ducks her head.

"Never bitterly disappointed?"

"Occasionally bemused, but not bitterly disappointed. Regardless of your moral outlook you have never been terribly predictable."

And when you think about it, Dream isn't the most moral of beings either. He's bigger than that.

Faith snickers, a little, at that.

"Yeah. I take pride in that."

"As do I."

He says with a smile,

"It is one of the things which I admire about you."

Faith blushes, and ducks her head.

"Flattery."

"No. Flattery would be speaking things that are not true. I did not tend to do that even before I married Moiraine, and have tended to do rather less of it since then."

Faith glances up at him, a little wryly.

"It still surprises me. That people care."

"I am rather surprised by that fact with regards to myself as well. It is certainly a unique collection of people here, is it not?"

He has an equally wry look on his face.

"Yeah."

Faith laughs, softly.

"Yes it is."

"Including you."

He says mildly,

"You have been through much, and can not be entirely blamed for the things which you once did. Even if you could, you have spent a very long time becoming far better than those who once had reason to condemn you."

Faith blushes scarlet.

"Not better than...not really. I don't think so."