It's a sweet thought that there's a god out there recording all of their dreams. To think it was Runyu makes it even more comforting. It makes him remember all the years he was alone meditating and studying. There's some beauty to that kind of solitude, but isolating and lonely as well.

His attention is brought away from his mountain, his ward, and all else with that nudge. "You think you're important enough for me to worry about?" He retorts in a grumpy, almost perfectly deadpan tone. "You're just like those other brats at the Four Seasons Manor. Only you're less useful since you can't cook."

"How are you feeling now? Still out of sorts?"