[ she's facing away from him while looking towards the trees, but she'll feel the slight movement from him, the way he turns his head and dips his chin down to turn his gaze down on her. ]

A dream may just as easily bring an end to the universe. My ... inaction at the time let it run rampant.

[ there's a graveness to his tone there, a hinting at something he's not saying and all but confirmed when his thumb stops its movement against her back in that small pause. it resumes just a moment later though, his voice evening out again. ]

But I accepted it, both the dream as well as my own actions, because how could I do otherwise?