A gentle nod, a reassuring smile. Aeneas had done his job—but they were still there. What else was keeping them there? What else did Sheik have to face before they could leave?

…No, they must not be the only ones there. Who else…who else was around? Were they hiding?

Aeneas blinked, realizing that something very odd was going on here. For one, there was the glowing, which he’d dismissed as some effect of the nightmare being defeated; now that he considered it, Sheik’s form actually changed. How did…?

Secondly, the creature was getting some really bizarre hormonal readings off this guy. It would definitely explain the awkward vocal shifts, though…though that other possibility was far more tantalizing.

It wasn’t his business. Aeneas shook his head, auricles flopping, and he gave an indifferent trill.

“Perhaps if we keep moving we can escape the dream’s boundaries,” he suggested absently, taking several limping steps ahead.