For the moment, Morpheus was much more concerned with their location and how they'd arrived there and why than he was with his relationship with Nanshe. Whatever negative thing anyone might say about Dream, and he was certain there were many things being said, he was very good at focusing.
He squeezed her hand.
... no red quite like your red...
Morpheus did not break stride, head turning whenever they reached a doorway, but he did get quite an infectiously gleeful expression on his face. A big head. Of course he had a big head. That was his entire damn purpose. But maybe she should keep talking, and then his head could inflate further, and they could just float out of here back to New Orleans...
"Was there anything in your room? You had a room, right? You didn't just... appear here?"
He stopped walking. Ahead, there was a doorway that looked like it opened onto a concourse. Dream could see a bit through that doorway, through the high windows in it, and he did not like what he saw.
But he wasn't going to show her that. Not yet. He kept his eyes focused on Nanshe.