The Fool watches as Devin reaches out to touch the childlike spectre--and of course, his fingers pass straight through its arm. Still, it turns its too large, dark eyes towards him, as though aware of the attempted gesture; but already it is dissipating like mist, and before long, it is gone.

"I've never heard of them selectively interacting with Dreamfolk like this," Devin had said. The Fool sighs. Well. Better get the lecture out of the way sooner rather than later.

"Yes--about that..." He takes a sudden interest in a bit of loose thread in one of the blankets tossed across them, fiddling with it absently. "Perhaps no other Dreamfolk have ever given them the opportunity to do so." He lifts his eyes to Devin's again; the unspoken until now is clear in his expression.