[That... is very sweet. His amber eyes pop open to watch Venti. As a dragon it's difficult to discern his expression. However, given that he's still purring lowly and half-wrapped around his friend, he seems happy.]

Sweet dreams have been rare, but they are all the more valuable in his mind. Visions of walking along the cobbles and the canals, to soaring ever upward in a distant sky... All that is ephemeral continues to shine in his memory, bringing him comfort when he is apart from his loved ones.

[Oh no. Oh no. He can't help closing his eyes again, and he relaxes his hold on Venti's wrist in favor of stretching aaaaaaaaaaaaall the way out. He was a noodle before, but now he is a relaxed noodle.]

Together, [he echoes, his voice sounding distant and a touch sleepy to his own ears.] I... hope that day comes soon.

[There is so much he wants to tell Venti, but he doesn't feel like he can even hope to begin when he's still involved in the Black Order. He pauses... and finds some words, heartfelt and quietly determined.]

I cannot abandon the people who look to me for protection. So, please wait a little longer, and watch over me. Perhaps you will witness what the God of Freedom can inspire in others.