Verity smiled and rolled her eyes. "Remind me not to see where you're living these days," she teased back. "Bloody horrible if me bringing you a blanket is a luxury." Despite the fact that he was locked up and she felt horrible, it felt good to have him here. Just to see him.
The question about the dreams made her pause, her mouth open. "Awhile," she admitted with a small shrug. "Since- I don't know, most of the year, on and off. More on since July," she admitted, hoping he couldn't read the truth from her.