The room they had found was one of the Twilight Sanctum's quieter spaces — a sitting room tucked away from the main corridors, its floor covered in a wide plush mat layered with cushions and pillows in deep blues and silvers, a low table at the center holding a bowl of fresh strawberries, a pitcher of cold water, and two glasses.
Bioluminescent vines crept along the edges of the glass wall beside them, their soft glow the only light besides the dream realm sky outside. It felt less like a palace room and more like somewhere that had decided to be comfortable and committed to it entirely.
Vish was cross-legged on the mat with a strawberry in her hand and the specific expression of someone who had been patient long enough.
"How did it feel?" she said.
Wish picked up her glass of cold water. "Vish."
"How did it feel."
"Some questions just cannot be answered."
