Slow nod.

(Trevor is going to have to coach Felix not to hug the dangerous Sith. Internal sigh.)

"I expect we'll be fine."

"Alright."

And a few days later -

Felix emerges out of the fountain, gasping for air. His wings grow painfully, but then process is over.

After taking a time to adjust and get dressed he searches for Dusk and Daisy.

The sun is just starting to set, glittering prettily on mirrored installations scattered throughout the desert west of the house. Dusk is sitting on the roof, watching it; Daisy is around back, tending to the garden.

Felix approaches Daisy. "Hi, I'm back."

"Hello!" She stands from where she was fussing with the base of a plant. "That's good! Are you - okay?"

"I'm perfectly well. Thank you for your concern. How are you... two?"

"We're fine. I'm not sure how much Trevor told you; Dusk doesn't have perfect control over the weather in her dimension, but it's safe enough for me to go in, and we got her out just fine."

"He told me everything he remembered to write down. I can read things while dreamshaping, it's just... slow."

"All right. And - thank you, and I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm glad that Dusk is alright now."

She nods, a little awkwardly.

"I suppose Trevor already made offers to get you two things, but I would like to reconfirm it anyway."

"He did. There's nothing urgent."

Nod. "Is this a good time to talk to Dusk?"

She glances up at the roof; a moment later there's the soft whump of the Sith landing behind him. "Yes, apparently."

"Hello, Dusk."

"Hello."

"How are you?"

"All right. Yourself?"

"Alright."

She relaxes, marginally. "Did you want to talk about something in particular?"

"Mostly if there is anything you'd like Trevor and I to do moving forward and possibly your pocket dimension if there is anything new about it since the last time Trevor raised the subject."