[He says it and looks around, as if Nighteyes might just show up.]
It's a dream. Dreams are never really that logical.
[He thinks: this is private, this is a secret. He also things: this is Prior, and no one else has ever heard Nighteyes' deep voice before, not even the Fool. He thinks: he is allowed his secrets. He thinks: Prior is owed some kind of explanation. So Fitz sighs.]
no subject
[He says it and looks around, as if Nighteyes might just show up.]
It's a dream. Dreams are never really that logical.
[He thinks: this is private, this is a secret. He also things: this is Prior, and no one else has ever heard Nighteyes' deep voice before, not even the Fool. He thinks: he is allowed his secrets. He thinks: Prior is owed some kind of explanation. So Fitz sighs.]
It's nothing that would harm either of us.