"Yes, it's a beautiful tree," Trace nodded. "I showed a sort of imitation of it to Anaisa in a dream."
"You showed her… in a dream," Deborah repeated. "You can do that?"
"Don't worry, I haven't looked at your dreams," Trace assured her hurriedly. "Or yours, Doctor. I did invade Anaisa's without permission for a long time—"
"Trace," His wife interrupted. "There is a fine line between having no secrets and oversharing unnecessary detail."
"Oh. Of course," He sighed. The freedom to say whatever he wanted after fighting against an invisible wall for so long was a bit intoxicating. He needed to be careful to stop talking quite so much.
"This gemstone tree gives powers?" Deborah ignored the aside and probed with her questions.
"I wanted to ask you about what kind of job you were being offered, what details you were given about what exactly he wanted you to do," Anaisa put in.
"He mentioned travel," Deborah began.
