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James was taken aback by Savannah's response, her reassurance that she was real gave him a slight sense of comfort. He was still processing the shock of his surroundings, the mixture of dream and reality blending into a confusing haze. He watched her as she tucked her hair behind her ear, her gestures familiar yet surreal. Her empathy and hug caught him off guard, a wave of warmth washing over him despite the weight of his memories. He found himself reciprocating the embrace, feeling a sense of connection he hadn't experienced in a long time. Listening to Savannah's kind words, he couldn't help but let a small smile break through the sadness that had gripped him. Her words about his sister and the possibility of luck returning gave him a glimmer of hope. The atmosphere began to change as she closed her eyes and focused on altering the dream. He felt a strange sensation as the darkness lifted, replaced by the gentle touch of sunlight on his skin. The transformation around him was astonishing, like a world shifting its shape to accommodate his desires. When he turned to look, his childhood home stood before him in a renewed state, the brokenness of the past repaired by Savannah's ability. James was taken aback, his eyes wide with amazement. And as he turned back to Savannah, her gesture pointed him to a sight that brought tears to his eyes. His cabin, his second home at camp, stood there with his siblings and friends waving at him. It was a vision of belonging and acceptance, a stark contrast to the isolation he had felt after his family's tragedy. Overwhelmed with emotions, he looked back at Savannah, his voice cracking as he spoke, "Thank you, Savannah. You... you don't know how much this means to me. To see my family again, even if it's just a dream, it's more than I could have hoped for." He wiped a tear from his eye and stepped closer to her, overcome with gratitude. "And you, you're real. You're not just a part of this nightmare I hope." His voice trembled, his heart yearning for connection in a way he had long denied himself. Maybe it was the fact that he was just feeling all the things at once in this once nightmare. Savannah had been in his dreams once before. "Sorry I am just feeling a bit overwhelmed......I miss my sister a lot, I see a lot of her in Octavia."

Caught in the feelings Gael's presence was stirring within her, Petal felt a tinge of unease as he absentmindedly played with her hair. She was aware of the intensity in his gaze as it surveyed the group, an intensity that was somehow both captivating and terrifying. The gentle tugs on her hair pulled her into the vortex of his world, a place of shadows and intrigue that she was terrified to explore, but also irresistibly drawn towards. The startling declaration from Alyssa pulled her from her inner turmoil, and Petal could feel a sharp pang of something she couldn't quite place. Was it jealousy? Irritation? She found herself stealing a glance at Gael's reaction, noting the surprised expression that quickly morphed into a smirk. She didn't like it, that twinge of possessiveness over someone who wasn't hers. And yet, the emotion was there, clawing at her insides, threatening to spill over. Petal quickly averted her gaze, forcing a smile onto her lips, "Isn't this game full of surprises!" She chirped, desperate to keep the facade of her sunny disposition intact. She could feel the unfamiliar weight of envy pressing down on her, contrasting sharply with her usual light-hearted demeanor.