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Dream? Hydra inquired, head lifting slightly. The girl was unaware she dreamt; she had never awoken from a nightmare, either. The dreams she did have were so similar to the life she lived that she had never wondered about them. Always, her mirror images were there—and so there had never been a cause to question them. Hydra blinked, slowly, looking to her paws and humming, Real, or not real? How could they know for certain? 

She knew dragons were not real, because they could not be seen or felt. Rian she saw, but could she feel him...? The youngest of Amekaze and Charon mulled over this, though made little headway in her ponderings. Hydra could think of only one thing. 

Her thoughts oftentimes could be hypocritcal, but she was a product of Charon Ostrega as much as she was her pragmatic mother. And so, gingerly, Hydra turned to brush her nose against his muzzle, feeling the whiskers there and grinning ever so slightly. There was relief present on her face as she said with a sigh, Real, definitely real. Never before had she felt such a tingling sensation within her toes, and she could not think those to be a product of something not real. It did not make sense to her, and so it could not be.