[He frowns at her back, but puts his hands in his pockets and follows. He's tempted just to tell her he doesn't need to talk about his dreams (now that she already knows about the more troublesome one), but that's childish. And wouldn't work anyways. Troublesome girl.

So he keeps it simple.]

Some of the dreams were in Luceti, but most of them were in this other place. It was sunny a lot, and there were a lot of clouds to watch. [He likes weather like that.]