Grenn lookd up as Tsuki awoke, and, while at first she felt reticient to ask, she knew she needed to start somewhere because after the hazy bit with the tiger and the voices had been a last, haunting, static-filled hiss; "How do you share dreams? And if you do, what are they then?" They weren't dreams, but her head ached.

"Tsuki... Did you... dream of shadows of ourselves?" Grenn wasn't sure if the word should be 'dream', her mind was trying to grab onto something else, but it would have to do for now.