Blackfeather Woods buns! there's so much love and magic in rapture, hearts will be captured!

Expectation loomed over Ramsay's face for one hot second before, like his brother, he deflated. Curiosity would continue to gnaw at his mind for several hours after this until it would turn into irritation, and then he would need to burn it off on something. Probably a tree root or clump of moss. It would never surface when Euron was present—but he did desperately want to know what fleeting thought had possessed his sibling.

His curiosity only grew as Euron recounted his strange experience. Ramsay didn't have an explanation for it. He'd never woken up somewhere else before, but it explained some of Euron's previous odd mannerisms. He was still unnerved by his brother's shaky equilibrium, but he pressed closer and sought to touch his nose to the same spot Euron had touched earlier, right near the ear.

"Just a dream," he assured him. Surely that was all it was, since he couldn't think of any other explanation for it.