[ Cassian can't help but wonder what Dion means by his body not feeling like his own. He gets the feeling that when he says that it refers to more than just the shared dream, reminding him again of how little he actually knows about him and the life that he'd had before arriving here.

But isn't that what this tentative restart is about? Getting to know one another better? Learning more about who they were, not as gods, but as who they are now? They're both trying in that sense. Trying to trust, trying to be less guarded.

Whereas Dion's smile turns apologetic, Cassian's expression remains steadfast as his fingers curl around the sides of his hand reassuringly. ]

I'm not the only one dealing with the dreams from Zorne.

[ Nor is he the only one who's had to endure the things that this place has thrown at them time and time again. Cassian's other bandaged hand that lies in his lap flexes some, the rough feeling of fabric scraping lightly against his cuts. ]

I can choose how I want to spend my night. You bandaged my hands. Let me help you with whatever you need.