[She isn't looking at him, but it is still his first instinct to just shrug because. Yeah.]

Some dream sphere bullshit I guess.

[He doesn't really understand the dream sphere well enough yet to guess, though... His eyes are drawn back to the tree, and all of the wishes dangling from it, swaying in the ethereal breeze, and his throat tightens as he remembers what he wrote, as if he could almost see the writing flickering as it twirls, from so far away. Could it...? He makes a small noise without meaning to.]