He felt her wake before she even moved in the bed, as her dream flew away half-remembered. He knew that he could hold no more sway and yet he still patrolled until her hand moved and brushed against his cheek, her fingers coming threateningly close to his eye. He knew, even though she had moved out of his realm, that she was not entirely present: some other memory was teasing at her mind. It was some other face her hand brushed across, and he opened his eyes before she fully awoke, watching and waiting.