he does and would most certainly will! eren will sit down on one the big pillows in front of the dreamer, and while he doesn’t whisper he does automatically keep his voice down to a low murmur. thank you for having him, by the way.

. . . should he start trying to sleep? it’s been a little over 40 hours since he’s forced himself not to get some shut eye, just for this moment. the bags under his eyes are thick and he’s been a little snappy, that or just lacking in some proper motor functions (also he almost doesn’t remember the walk over here) but it’s nothing he couldn’t begin to soothe over now— especially because he’s where he wants to be.

there’s a big green lady in the forest he’d like to contact, if that’s possible. eren might begin to tiredly ramble about her pine smell in detailed 3D description (forked tongues, man, weird), her shiny emerald scales and the veins of black on her mossy rock, you see, he thinks she petrified herself— and there he goes, microsleeping for a second, before jolting up into disorientation. ah, anyway. what was he . . . how did he . . . oh! yes. getting a word in might be difficult, but . . . eren has reason to believe she’s sleeping as well.