[It's her tension that wakes him, somehow, and for a moment he regrets that. It had only been a dream but the loss of it aches all the same. It wasn't any event, real or no, that could get him to shed all illusions of indifference and simply watch in awe.]
[It -- is real after all. That thing he'd thought he found and followed in Rezo, had stopped believing in years ago. As he'd watched Saber, felt that wave of peace that comes only from knowing your true path, he felt -- happy. In a way his own life had failed to inspire.]
[And yet he can hear -- or maybe feel, they're close enough -- Saber's breathing, and sense her distress. The contrast from her dream-self, calm and focused and accepting, is sharp enough to cause concern. Being accustomed to waking in nearly that state, himself, makes it no easier to quell his worry.]
[Zelgadis rolls toward her, his voice soft.] ...Saber?