He's in her bit of garden, viciously planting poppy seeds along the edge of the garden path, but he dusts off his hands and stands, brushing soil from his leggings. Well. Her leggings, since his clothing vanished when liminal space did. His hair is braided back and there is a fiery determination in his face.

"What's done is done. I am glad that you have become lucid, however. Hopefully that will allow you to wake yourself when the eyes appear. So. You may bacome a Champion in your dreams, hm?"

He moves past her to go wash his hands.