Nanshe jerked her head back, and then she really did grin. "You cheeky...! What makes you so certain I was dreaming of you at all?"
She had been, of course. Dreaming meant Morpheus anyway, but she'd been dreaming of him in the new world where she'd been placed. It hadn't felt the same; he hadn't been as... as present as her dreams from her memory seemed. Surely that was due to the fact that the recreated world where she'd been placed had not been given a copy of Morpheus. But that hadn't stopped her from dreaming him anyway. He felt like home to her, in a way that no one and nothing else did. Home, not the place where she slept or the place where her family was, but that deep sense of belonging, where everything was just as it should be. Home.
"Byblos," she answered. "In New Orleans. You were going to pick out dessert.... but..." She shook her head. "Then I was somewhere else completely." Italy. With Nabu. Sweet bookish Nabu.
She let out a breath. It had been a very strange few months.