Job well done, Gael, she told herself when the lanky one slipped her gift into his pocket for display. "Thanks," she'd said to his compliment, feeling for sure that it had merely been an obligatory pleasantry. Well, nothing with him was obligatory, was it? "It looks very smart," Reverie praised. "Of course," she said of Beverlie, accent heavy. "Let him stay all night!" Gael suggested (argued, rather). "We've become fairly good mates, Bray an' I. Ye should let 'im off the chain a bit more." The sleep fairy winked, as if she didn't know he was the Peter Pan to the lot of younger pups' Lost Boys. And Forge was Hook. Obviously. "Anyway, I just wanted ta say hi and ta creep ye out for the night, might swing back later an' check in. Don't be afraid," She purposefully eyeballed his semi-exposed belly button before she turned heel, "I feel it too." Reverie cocked her shoulder up to signify their conversation was over, then took half-danced steps back from whence she'd come.