[Excuse u his clothes and hair are the epitome of dignity.
He might not make it awake from any of her expert harassing, but the hard jab in his side almost got an involuntary grunt and when she falls beside him, and into his dreams, she might see dream Mikleo unhappily holding a hand to his gut, walking the dreamscape and trying to make sense of the dream.]
Well, I haven't missed that feeling.
[Someone doesn't realize he actually has Edna's company yet. He hasn't looked her way. Instead, his gaze looks ahead of them both, as the surrounding area shows them the nighttime view of Elysia, quiet as it was the night he joined Sorey when he was going to set out on his own. It's oddly even quieter and empty now.]