If this was real life, Dawn would have spluttered, maybe flailed around a bit and pushed Saerian away. But it was a dream, and somehow it seemed - felt - normal, so she went with it. She melted into the kiss, leaning in, raising her face to him. It felt - nice. Better than nice.
After a long moment, or a series of short ones, she pulled away gently. Her face millimeters from his, she kept her eyes down and asked, "Why?"