Æn'kae managed not to show his relief when Louis pulled his hand back to deal with the excess fabric. He didn't feel like explaining that he didn't care for contact if he could help it. He frowned then as the young man continued. "I'm not on the Isle, so there has to be more to it than just that." But he'd freely agree, that place was miserable and just the fact it existed rubbed him wrong.

"Someone else described this as a shared dream state, but had no explanation. But uh, if anything could cause it, the magic in this reality certainly could." He shrugged, rubbing at the back of his neck.