Settling back in her chair, Nanshe was content enough to let Annabelle and Morpheus talk. She smiled a bit when New Orleans was mentioned. It wasn't her city; it was his. But she'd grown far fonder of it than she'd been in the past. There were a good deal of poor there, and when she stayed with him in New Orleans, she had plenty to do.
There were other places, however, that needed her more. Thinking of India, thinking of the Caribbean, Nanshe grew restless. She wanted to be back on Earth, not here in the stars where there were no humans to help, no gifts to give, no children to protect. She was, for all intents and purposes, useless here.
At least Morpheus could still play in his own realm; everyone dreamed. And he was such a beautiful creature when he was in his own element. Her fingertips traced a small pattern at the small of his back. It was soothing to her to feel the warmth of him leeching up and over her fingertips.