My, I wouldn't be sure of much in this dreamscape... [But people have a certain anchor to them, their souls more firmly together than the wispy, ephemeral nature of dream magic. He doesn't doubt that Vash is a real part of this, rather than imaginative construction.]

Have you never shared a dream before? It is always an... experience. [Sherwood can't say he always likes such magic, but he'd dealt with it plenty. The druid wishes to distract himself from the growing heat in his gut, an itch to his hand beneath his glove, diamond suit mark practically searing him. The dragonflies catch an eye and he lifts a hand towards on floating by, hoping it will land upon his fingertips. They're unlike anything he's seen before,]

These must be yours... how lovely. [of course the magic bug man likes them] What are they?