He barely has time to do little more than open his arms to intercept Jilly's hug when he finds himself falling back on the couch. For such a small woman, she makes quite an impact. He winces a little as his wing hits against something and a shooting pain goes through him. Whatever was sticking into his back before is now back.

But the hug is returned without hesitation (because why wouldn't he hug his best friend, even in a dream?), if not a little slower than usual. That uncomfortable sensation of something pushing into his back returns

Strangest. Dream. Ever.

"Um," he says when he finally has a chance to breathe in and speak. Geordie laughs, a little nervous. "I guess I'm as real as anything else in this dream."

A dream Jilly's really going to have a laugh over in the morning.