Drake lets go and Ephemera only hesitates a moment before reaching for him, putting his hand on Drake's arm. Keeping contact. The dream scared him. It lingered after it was done and even now, when Ephemera is certain that he's awake, pieces of it linger around the corners. Just out of sight. "I know," he says, quietly. "I know."

Because parts of it were true. Drake did die.

"It's not here."

Ephemera isn't sure he believes that, but he wants to. Desperately.