"She did not like that," Serenica said as she sat up. "She felt threatened."
"What did you say to her?" the Dreamer asked.
"Stupid things. But I feel like she will negotiate a ceasefire for us." She got up and shook herself. It always felt so odd to see others in her dreams.
"Huh. Can you arrange a meeting with me and Ed?" Serenica asked.
"It might be hard. I have never been inside his head." The prince untangled his hair. "This will take some time. I will do it, but it might not happen tonight."
"Fine. Let's inform Spade that we are all right. He must be worried sick."
It felt even odder to fall asleep and find herself inside the head of the king-captain. His dreams apparently consisted of taverns and sticky tables. One of said tables was in front of the healer now, with thirteen tankards of varying sizes separating her from Spade.
