And sometimes it can make the dreaming worse, or it did in Benji's experience, back when her ability first manifested and she didn't know what she was doing. But for now--

For now, she smiles, small, and looks away. Waking is sudden, as it usually is with her. Not alarming, exactly, just immediate. Wolfgang was sitting in the bed of a truck, and now he is in his own usual one, still groggy, still tired, as uneventful a transition as any push into wakefulness. If it's morning, it's still early enough for it to be dark, the air cool and quiet and shadowy.

It's not very long after that he'll hear the sound of someone else moving through the hallway of the second floor, headed downstairs. It's sort of a super implicit invitation, but the kind that Wolfgang can ignore politely; Benji is making tea for herself regardless as to what company does or does not join her.

It's a ritual.