Zanth was feeling some kind of a way about that little trill, about the whole moment, but she let go the second Swan pulled away. She watched them for a moment longer before looking away awkwardly as well, and then back when he spoke up.

Her expression fell, and now none of this felt funny anymore. She didn't like seeing Swan look so frantic and paranoid, even if there were honestly plenty of reasons.

She started to reach out—wanting to hold him or preen him or… something, to try to be comforting, but they weren't kids anymore. She changed her mind.

“I don't dream,” she said, instead.

“And I don't think you are either. This place is… real, but time is strange. For me… you were there when the fox showed up, too. I've been here about a month.” Which didn't line up, but that seemed to be a common experience.

“And I've been… worried about you,” she admitted.