[ Julius remmeber very little of the dream, its events fading into the general wash of sedation that came as a result of working until he passed out into deep sleep. Yet if Sion had indeed dreamed of it... then all the more he should be given the credit. ]
You saved me with a dream.
[ The branch moves forward to coil gently around Sion's hand, the tip splitting in half to accommodate for the action. Organic it may be, it feels cool to the touch, much like a real tree rather than something made of flesh.
It may be years before he can re-enact that dream, but at least he would not die trying. ]
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You saved me with a dream.
[ The branch moves forward to coil gently around Sion's hand, the tip splitting in half to accommodate for the action. Organic it may be, it feels cool to the touch, much like a real tree rather than something made of flesh.
It may be years before he can re-enact that dream, but at least he would not die trying. ]