. . . that was a dream, wasn't it. The roof hadn't actually disappeared.

Gargoyles knew about dreams, from the rare occasions they had them while unconscious for reasons other than stone sleep.

The process of drifting off, where dreams and waking intertwined until one overtook the other seamlessly, was not one Goliath had been prepared to observe.

Guilt overtook him, briefly, as he considered the number of times he'd already prevented Elisa from getting the rest she needed - as if she didn't get enough sleep already, with the time she spent watching over him in his involuntary slumber.

I regret waking you again.