Matthew let out a soft caw, and Morpheus turned, spotting one of the few people he had a cordial relationship with. He inclined his head to Fen, touching the rim of his hat. "Lady Fen," he said, glad that it wasn't Luz again. The young woman had ambushed him by the bank on the first day and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing tightly in what she had considered an embrace, and Dream had considered an uncomfortable assault upon his ribs.
He was never, ever, going to admit that the hug had marginally improved his mood.
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