Her hand stilled on her night robe, and she suppressed a smile that almost took over her face.
A name.
Eli had said anything would do and something about how the Bride Thief had said that, made her believe that he was telling the truth.
Maybe this dream wasn't so useless after all.
"There must be some explanation behind this." His voice cut her out of train of thoughts, but he obviously wasn't talking to her, as the highest the tone of his voice went was something that she could barely hear. "It must be this realm. The human's mind is feeble. That must be the problem. Not me."
She folded her arms across her before raising up a hand to her face and repeatedly clicking a finger against her lower lip.
"Can you describe how you look like." The clicking stopped, her finger resting there for a moment while she hummed, then folded her arms across her again. "I'm fighting the urge to imagine you as a broomstick."
