Khatera was there - but she wasn't the gold-streaked friend he once had. Her pelt faded in his mind to a crisp white as the dream worked it's way forward, and the mischievous glow of her eyes turned abruptly kind, and this inconsistency should have alerted him. As she opened her mouth, the dream figure began to speak - her eyes alight with an odd warmth - but her words were nothing. Silence eased from the fading figure of the girl. At the last moment he caught upon a few of the sounds - Tear, and no - physically, the boy responded by groggily grumbling.
He woke in the next moment with quite a start, as Bazi spoke his name.
"Khat--" He blurted initially, eyes fluttering and misted by sleep; but he saw her. He saw the curve of the stranger's face and the glow of her sky-blue gaze, and relaxed. "Bazi." He murmured, and leaned contently against the girl, thrilled that she had not in fact abandoned him.