Her eyes cut to the bobbing, gray blob with wet, wild locks of hair swirling around her like tentacles in the ocean surf. She's so far, yet her quivering laughter is crystalline even over the deep, gushing rumble of the sea. A particularly chilly gust of wind has Jade curling her arms together, rubbing at them through the sleeves of her shirt. This dream was so... dreary.

She makes a small face at his explanation. "If you say so!"

Bluhh, so awkward! How in the world was she supposed to make conversation with a troll she pretty much did not get along with even in the slightest?!