[A bit of the tension eases from his shoulders at her quiet encouragement, settling against her, her presence a balm against the lingering woes of losing this dream and tipping the scales more towards sweet than bitter.]

She does... I'm sure she was. [His smile shifts a little, lopsided and struggling.] I know it was just a dream... I dunno. It's crazy, right? but I feel like I did meet her. It's... nice. But it kind of hurts, too.

[Having never met her before, he hadn't really grieved her loss, only what he'd lost in her lack of presence in his life and the sadness her death formed within his father. He didn't mourn her, this mysterious woman who'd birthed him. He'd never had to miss her before, yet here he is waking up in tears because his child self in the dream hadn't wanted to lose her. It's a very strange feeling, and one he'll have to come to terms with.]