"Elliot....Wake up noble Knight."
She sat on the bed in the rememdium, his head cradled in her lap, or so it would appear to him in his dream. Soft hands, with long gentle fingers, stroked his hair. There was no wound, no pain, no sign of anything that had happened with Catch and the others. The full crimson skirts made a lovely pillow atop her thighs.
"Elliot. Elliot it is time to talk with me, my noble boy. It has been far too long since we have had a chance to speak without company."
It was known to her, of course, all that had transpired since last they had spoken. She knew that her sweet little prince had been sucked into the nasty little game of Rhaena Olwak, It would be fine. She knew what had been and what was to come. Now all she required was to know the extent of the damage the woman had done.
It would be a busy time for the Dream Witch. So many visits that needed to be made. Ariane Emory. Cherny. Gloria. Perhaps she would even reach out and try to touch the mind that had so long eluded her. Glenn Burnie. Perhaps now he might wish to talk, on her terms.
She knew he would be upset, little Elliot. He would not welcome her presence even in his dreams, but there she remained. Calm, serene, waiting.