In the dream, he headed to Lydia's chamber after being away for a while.
For some reason, he was carrying a pink box filled with desserts.
When he reached her chamber, she was delighted to see him.
Too delighted, she ran into his arms and embraced him.
She was soft and warm.
Doused with a light lingering sweetness, her presence was comforting.
In a hurry, he moved the box he was holding to the nearest table using his powers.
Then he held her tightly, slightly raising her as his arms tightened around her waist.
Then he buried his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder.
When she started patting the back of his head, he carried her to the sofa and sat, pulling her into his lap and kissing her neck.
"Mmn, Qhah-el, no."
"Why not?" he said as he pulled back and looked at her.
Her brows were furrowed… and her lips were pouty, but her gaze was tender.
"I just want a hug," she said, but he wanted more, so he pulled her closer.
