Tiberinus

[Thalia]

He barely looked at her. Nimeda’s eyes lifted, followed by the upwards tilt of her chin to observe where his own gaze led. A bridge arched above. Such landmarks meant little to her; the world changed and fluctuated its monuments in such a way as they were ill features to navigate by. Whether it was symbolic or significant she could not say, and nor did she ask, for here Noctua claimed to be no one. Like as not he would not answer. Like as not, even if he did, the answer would mean nothing to her.

When her attention lowered, her expression was awash with confusion and concern. Though her memories were vague and slippery things, the emotions invoked were not; moods lingered between dreaming, and she was beholden to their currents. Noctua's face had sparked lightness, yet she had woken with an ache in her chest. As she tried to parse sense from his words it only knotted tighter. He did not jump for the thrill, or the joy, or the exhilaration. Nor for solace, either, as she had done herself, seeking the quiet places dreamers did not usually tread.

“Are you in danger?” she asked. The words bubbled like an echo. He did not seem afraid nor in need of comfort. Perhaps the sour taste of an unhappy dream already faded, and she might hope it was something so simple, yet she also knew he Saw.