Warm in a lovely way that she hadn't really felt in quite some time. Her mind was at peace, unbothered by the strangeness that usually came with the ship - though she was still sleeping and did not make this observation consciously. Whatever she was laying on was soft, ticklish even. Something played at her earlobe, and Sabev turned her face a bit to get away from it and stay within the dream.
Things were better with Ilyien around, but they still weren't great. She felt the horrors of being transplanted every so often with no sense of familiarity. She hated that there were never any phoenix in the world aside from the two of them, but things were definitely not as dire with him near. At least she had him.
If she had her way, she would stay on one of the planets that they were dropped off on, and most of the time she didn't care which one. She just wanted to find a place that could be called home for more than a day or so.
Of course, within the sleep she was in at the moment, none of it mattered. She was dreaming pleasantly of a warm place. Of flying through fire and drinking deeply of it.