Sun Mote Copse Shedding aches for truth in a shape that's new

Unaware of the weird dream confession he'd just made Eljay blinked and looked around. He tried to steady his breathing like any other normal panic attack but there was something different about the situation now. As his eyes feel on Wiffle he could tell what it was exactly, and yet he didn't understand it at all. It was as if it was just behind the horizon and every time you thought you were getting closer there was still a lot of world to plow through to actually make it there and find the answer to the riddle.

He looked at Wiffle as she said she needed him. They were words that he really wanted to hear, he realised as she spoke them. But not because of the way she smelled (he thought, anyway, but it was hard to tell the difference right now) but just because she was... Wiffle. And he wondered if she said it because of the way she smelled or because, uh, she was Wiffle. No, wait, because he was Eljay. Anyway, he didn't know, but also too afraid to ask and ruin this moment. He was still pretty sleepy too, having just startled awake, and his heart was racing in his chest in the wake of the terrible nightmare.

The answer to her question was a pretty clear 'no', but Eljay doubted that would go over well. The moment would be ruined. So instead of being honest and awkward he said, I... I'm here, and he approached, though Eljay had no clue what on earth to do once he reached her. So he walked pretty slowly, hoping the extra time he bought would deliver him a miraculous answer to all of this questions.