[Fela is a particularly tactile sort of woman. It was a part of the culture she had been born in to, but it was also part of her life as a dreamchaser. She had a spirit and a mind of smoke, always adrift with no memories to anchor her to the world, or truly, to herself. This did not bother Fela, she accepted it as a part of her life and her true self, but when she does engage with others, she does so fully, with all of her attention and if it is accepted and appreciated, all of her affection.

Gabrielle's hand is pale in her own, but Fela still finds it quite pretty, despite the curl of her trigger fingers.]

Dreams are thoughts and memories given life, and how we experience them affects how we experience the world. They are a time to learn and to grow, and even when they are nothing of substance, they are the mind's needed relaxation. [Just as they relaxed now, the imagination sometimes called for its own time to go loose, be lazy and purposeless. Fela smiles at the thought, idly tracing out Gabrielle's knuckles with her fingertips.] Even exploring fears, as one does in nightmares, is of value, but when any one of these things begins to overshadow the rest, the lack begins to show. Either in troubled thoughts, or sleepless nights... or a sleep from which you do not wake.

[She looks up with her brown eyes.]

I may heal all these things, if a dreamer allows it.