Issac did something that he normally would not do and shifted uncomfortably as she described the real injuries that appeared. He knew there were issues in his sleep and with some prep and magic to force him to sleep he would have had a lucid dream where they could play in the landscapes of his mind. The moment she experienced had been different. Internally Issac made a note to give her a good experience in his mind, maybe do a ritual with his magic base that could allow him to dream jump as well.
When she held his face all he gave her was a sweet smile. It could be hard to tell one darkness from another especially the grey area Issac lived and played amongst.
Taking the sketchbook, he tilted his head to the side and flipped through the pages of dark vines, the ritual circle and antique belled victrola. He could not help but let out a snort at the victrola. His fingers traced over the ritual circle for a moment. "I use to love Victrola's," he said, not answering her question. Pushing himself to his feet, he smiled at her. "Don't worry about it, Dream Girl. Nightmares happen. I promise next time we will have some fun. Do you want a drink?"