[He gives a small nod, watching as the greeting she warmly receives slowly dies down to give them some privacy. Or as much as the Dreaming ever gives the matters that involve its lord.]

Seeing her, it always reminds me of... him.

[Orpheus. Dream can't even bring himself to say his son's name. Stella is one of the few who even knows about him still around. He gives a little shake of his head.]

It's no matter. I'm merely tired. It was a talk we needed to have, about you and I, and I'm glad that it is done. We can move forward now without feeling that weight.

[He reaches out to brush back her hair from her face.]

You're getting wet.

[As though that isn't his fault.]