Re: [Dream Training]
Hannah found herself in front of the cafe with no real break in time or space. She was just there, and it didn't feel gauzy like she'd always assumed a dream would be. She touched the table, looked around, and then she looked back at Eames. She was dressed exactly as she had been before, and she blinked those cornflower eyes in precisely the same, same way. In fact, she just continued the conversation, as if Eames had spoken only a second earlier, and as if they were precisely the same as before. "I assumed shared dreaming could be pleasureful, but I don't think Albin hired you to have nice dreams for pleasure," she observed.
But she did know they were asleep. She clearly remembered every little, little thing that had just happened. She looked around again, more clearly, and then she reached out for the side of his coffee cup, seeking out warmth with her fingers. "What do we do now?" she asked.
She assumed Arthur was out there, watching, hovering, ensuring their vitals were right. He looked like he might be a hoverer, but mostly when people weren't there to see that he did hover. Maybe.