"A human. More or less. And technically he did that one himself."

"She offered to turn me whatever shape I wanted but I didn't want - to be turned something."

"So...what did she do?"

He spends a moment struggling to articulate the answer to this question, then says, "I had a weird dream - you were there for that part - and now I can change myself."

"I gave him a magic drink," she says. "You could call it a potion if you really wanted. Godsmead pulls in other dreamers, sometimes, if they're the right people."

"...why am I the right people?"

"Who knows, honey. But it sure seems like it was right."

"You're good," he asserts, hugging her some more. "I'm glad I found you. I wanna keep you. 'Cause you're good."

“If you knew more about me than what I look like naked you might change your mind on that one.”

He blinks at her, somewhere between offended and confused, pulling away slightly so he can talk to her face instead of mumbling into her shoulder.

"That's not—you—tried. When—the dream—was bad. You helped and you got hurt and you helped anyway. And - you smile. You're... good smile."

"...I guess I did. Try, I mean."

She lays her head on his shoulder hesitantly.

"You promise you're real. Right? 'Cause...this is the kind of thing I'd make up."

He hugs her some more. "I promise I'm real."

"Okay. I guess I believe you."

...She kisses him quickly on the lips.

"Thanks for trying to save me."

—he squeaks delightedly.

She squeaks a little herself.

“—warn me before you do cute shit like that!”

She kisses him again.

He would have some sort of response to that, but instead kisses. Kisses are good.

So cute.

"...would you really lick out somebody's chest wound or is that just in dreams?"

"I mean—not if you were gonna die of it—well, maybe if you were already gonna die of it and might as well have fun while you still could—"

“...kinda sad we can’t set up a sim from here.”

“Oh, I can do that, honey.”

“A sim?”

“Regeneration. It’s not too tricky, but you might need to come get a booster every once in a while, if it doesn’t take well...”

“Where have you been my whole life.”

"Ee," says the lizard-man, snuggling Z enthusiastically.