[He relaxes into the touch, and finally, the dreamscape around them seems to dissolve entirely, changing until the woods they're standing in are no longer dark but full of light, the branches filtering it into thousands of little beams.
And between the trees, there are wolves, though not paying any attention to them, trotting about and minding their own business.]
... sorry. I don't- I was dreaming about her. I... it just happens, sometimes. I know she didn't mean any of it, but-
[He sighs out and draws back a little, wiping his eyes discreetly.] I was eight when she died.