[ The nature of this realm almost requires that dreamwalkers like Trahearne, like herself, like Eustace and like Diluc and like most everyone she’s met here face the skeletons in their respective closets. Dreams and nightmares bring fears and horrible memories out for them to reckon with, and the consequences for letting your negative emotions linger and fester within are tangible and more often than not, dangerous.

Thusly, it’s in all of their best interests to let each other feel these emotions, to give them their space, so that they can ultimately begin to let go. So that the wounds can begin to heal. Both for the safety of everyone here and, naturally and most importantly for Ori, the wellbeing of her treasured friends and companions.

And so she lets Trahearne cry. She lets him voice all that he needs to voice, all that he’s surely been keeping buried inside even as they had done things like go for hikes together or simply converse with one another, all that must have weighed heavily on his mind especially after a seemingly harmless petal drifted into his hands yet showed him a bittersweet but earnest wish all those months ago.

Once he leans into her hug, her arms tighten around him. ]

Of course it hurts. You care about your kin so deeply. I’m so sorry…

[ She lets him cry or stay silent or whatever else he needs in that moment, but at length, she slowly, she pulls away. ]

What happened with the dragon, after what we saw in the dream…?