Stone Circle No Stable Dreams, Only Night Mares

He's dreaming — a good dream, for a change. He's at Broken Boulder; it's sunny and warm, and Paradise Garden is flourishing around him. To his right, Zamael; his brother looks happy, though there's something... off about it. Like the grin on his face has been carefully wrought and glued into place. A faint murmur from his left distracts him before he can puzzle it out. He doesn't need to turn to know who it is, and his heart skips a beat for some reason he can't understand. He turns too-eagerly to look, knowing in his heart that he'll see —
Lanawyn? He mumbles, shifting and stretching his limbs out. His eyes crack open as he flickers back to consciousness, and to his half-conscious brain Korei's golden gaze is close enough to orange that he almost sees it for a moment — but then he blinks, and he remembers his sister is dead, and his heart drops into his stomach. Oh — Korei. He pauses and swallows, noting something off in her expression even through the darkness. Are you okay?