"Oh, yeah, that happens." 

Without paying much attention, she starts cutting into the palm of his hand, pealing away a window of skin.

"Something important in the North?"

He winces but stays carefully still. 

"I don't know, I've never been." He thinks for a moment. "There's a Northbound Parliamentarian." 

"Do they send dreams?"

She pinches the spider she saved from yesterday between her fingers, and stats to gently tuck it's legs into his palm.

"I don't think the Parliamentarian sends the dreams. Is that a Sorrow-Spider?"

"Where do the dreams come from?"

She ignores the question, but she uses her fingers to peal the spiders carpace aside for a look inside to see if there's anything sorrowfully about it. 

On the outside, it resembles a perfectly normal earth spider except for its size. On the inside, it...doesn't. Its organ systems are far more complex. It has spinerettes in about the right place, but they're far bulkier and more productive than any normal spider's, and that...and that...it looks as though the spider was designed to hook up to and agglomerate with other organisms, albeit not usually human hands. Its oxygen-processing systems are far more efficient, allowing it to grow much, much bigger than the square-cube law would usually allow. 

"I don't know, but probably not something human, and as far as I know the Parliamentarian is human. I suppose she could be a Snuffer."

She starts to hook up the spider to his hand - she can follow the design for now and add her own flare later when she sees what happens.

"Do the dreams you know about always tell you to go north?"

"No, there are lots of other kinds of dreams. Dreams about fire, dreams about chess, dreams about storms..."

"Don't people have dreams like that a lot of the time?"

This vein goes into to that vein, this one to that one. It's soothing to work while she talks.

"You can sort of tell the difference between a normal dream and a Neathy dream after a while. Normal dreams have weird transitions between them and Neathy dreams...they have a sort of logic that's a lot like dream logic, but not quite..."

She frowns "That's not a very helpful description, why'd you guess that mine was a Neathy dream?"

She finishes the circulatory system, and positions the fangs to poke out of his palm as she starts to sew his skin back over the rest of the spider with her clear thread.

"Because it had NORTH all over it, that's a pretty big hint."

"Oh, well there's no reason to go there just because a dream told me to I guess."

She has a lot of new places to explore, she can check up north later when she's more prepared for ominious things. 

"Are there any Bohemian art exhibits we can visit? Like a museum or something."

"I don't know about a museum, but there are galleries in Veilgarden."

"How far's that?"

"Not far at all! Blythendale is about as close to Veilgarden as you can get without being in it."

"Okeydokes, let's head there now and see what fun we can have!"

He has a coat and a hat for going out; he puts those on, if Bonesaw doesn't object. 

He can hold her hand on the way to Veilgarden, if she wants, but he won't push if his initial tentative offer is rejected. 

Bonesaw will definitely hold his hand! It makes it easier to discreetly perfect the improvements she made to it earlier - this vein should really be twisted a bit to manage blood flow and this bit of leg should be tucked in here and the fangs should be retractable but she can't actually do that discreetly while holding his hand so she'll wait till later for that.

He approximately does not react to this. 

And then they reach Veilgarden! 

He tries to gently nudge her towards The Singing Mandrake and away from any of the honey-dens. 

"Where are you trying to go?"

He points to the tavern. "That's the Singing Mandrake. The biggest pub in Veilgarden, and a place where artists like to congregate--there are artists all over Veilgarden, of course, but the Singing Mandrake has more of them in one place at any given time than anywhere else." 

"And why not those other places?"

He considers carefully how to respond, then gives up. "Those are honey-dens, and I don't want you getting addicted to honey if I can help it."