"They're kind of heavy, and I didn't see you do it with your hands... can you do that with your brain?"

It's cool. Weird, but cool. He watches her with sharp eyes, rubbing his shoulder from where he impacted the wall. "I won't try to take your stuff, I promise." As much as he can, at least. Until his Horror decides that it's hungry again, and chases into her dreams with sharp talons and high winds.

"Do you live here all alone? It can be kind of dangerous out here..."