Drowning's a good way to put it.

[At least, judging from everything Ronan had told him about it. And it'd looked a bit like Ronan had been drowning that day he almost died.

His head tipped slightly to the side when Elijah said he was weirder. Adam didn't know what could be weirder than a dreamer, and he meant absolutely zero offense by it. A psychic maybe. Someone who'd made a deal with a sentient forest. It wasn't quite the same as being able to take things out of dreams or- eat nightmares.]

You must be invaluable, then. My- [He nearly said 'my dreamer', and while it was technically true, it made the tips of his ears flush a little.] -the dreamer I know has so many nightmares. You wouldn't starve.

[He attempted a little bit of a joke, and he smiled softly, wiping at the last bit of black streaked on Elijah's face.

He had so many questions, so many things he wanted to know, but he was doing his best to be patient; he didn't want to pelt this boy with questions when they'd only just met, when he'd just saved his life, and when they hadn't built up any sort of trust yet, beyond the life-saving bit.]

You must be close with the dreamer you know.