Ah, what a delight and a joy to see him laughing with such unfettered mirth! Her fingers tightened around his hand and that smile she'd been giving him softened to something closer to adoration.
"And a right fine storyteller, too," she said firmly, more than pleased to hear that he was assigned to something that would be natural to him. Nanshe never minded good hard work, and Morpheus nigh well lived for it. It was no grand thing to do work for others, even if the ones she served weren't precisely her own.
It felt as if this place did not have gods, not in the way that Nanshe understood them. Perhaps there was a different sort of driving force behind the creation and maintenance of this world, but it must have been so foreign to her that she couldn't pick it out. It was an altogether different sensation, to be at a point where she did not know everything about the inner workings of the world in which she lived. It was troubling, but not terribly. In fact, if she thought about it just right, it ended up being refreshing.
Perhaps that was the way they would make it through this strange abduction. Perhaps it was the way in which she thought about it that would make it easier. But would it get her home? Them? Them home?
"Let's walk," she said, gesturing toward the throng of revelers before them. Like Morpheus, Nanshe was also a people watcher, and the races and creeds represented here were all new, all delightfully new. It would do them both some good to blend in and listen and watch.