Saerian wondered, briefly, if he'd have been in the dream without inserting himself into it. He could see several people he recognized from other places, other dreams, just seeing them around town...
A greenish light began to shine near Dawn, like it was coming from her. The energy of the Key. Saerian wanted to see how she'd make the crowd react to this knowledge.
He just kept watching her. She was beautiful, with or without the glow.
Maybe it was possible to show her what he was, here, without her running in the opposite direction.