[ She thinks she can handle anything, between her magic, her whip, and the chubby little thing following her. Hopes, at least. ]

That's unnerving. But it's how dreams work, right? They're memories and thoughts, all mixed up. I've never had one this vivid, though. [ Maybe all dreams are this vivid while you're having them and you just can't recall them when you wake? ] I can't remember touching and feeling like this. Or anyone else invading them.

[ That was practically a set-up for him to use a line on her. She regrets it. Just a bit. ]