[Cloud does catch the shift this time but only vaguely. Instead he simply makes a noise in his throat of agreement.]

I remember one dream in specific that involved trees made of candy and streams of punch. If you do meet her here, you'll like her. I haven't seen her lately.

[and he's told himself that's a good thing. That she's safe and that's why she's not dreaming. Not that she's hurt or worse instead.]