He looked... pained. Adonai tilted her head slightly as he spoke. Dreams were interesting things, and her brother clearly had an intuitive mind. They both knew something was missing, something was wrong. It was frustratingly out of reach for them both, but while Pagan had his dreams his sister simply had her thoughts. Despite her apparent intellect, she was still young, she did not know yet how the world worked. There were things that even a prodigy could not understand, things that were not simply knowledge, but wisdom and experience and maturity. She knew to avoid the sea when the tide was high, to make sure she did not stray across the borders of the pack where the night beasts lurked and she was no longer surrounded by and protected by family. But she did not know how to look past her mother's distant gaze, or read further into the words of her grandfather. The secret she knew was being kept painfully escaped her at every single turn.

"I wonder what it means." She said quietly, her gaze moving from her brother to the trees surrounding them as she thought. "I have a white mask. But then Mother says that her mother had a mask quite similar to mine. Perhaps it's just a coincidence, then..." Adonai trailed off, ending her train of thought with a contemplative hum. "What kind of help does he ask for?" Curiosity could be dangerous, should one traverse too far into a subject they might not want to find answers for, but the girl was content with her inquiries. It was just a dream, after all, a metaphor for something perhaps far larger than either of them could anticipate or even comprehend. Dreams, they were not real, but they represented real things... She could not help but wonder, for she felt it too, but perhaps not with the wanderlust of her brother. Adonai felt as though she could find answers here before searching elsewhere.

Her ear gave a small flick at his apology. "You didn't wake me." She said. It was, perhaps, a bit of a white lie- he had woken her far before his outburst, and she had stayed awake, observing. Perhaps someone with a less objective view of the world would have woken him, but Adonai was far more intrigued by his quiet whines and whimpers and the shivers of his body. She could smell the terror on him, but the nightmare he described seemed so tame compared to his reactions. Was he lying, or did he not remember the entire thing? Her brother's nighttime torments should have not been such a source of intrigue and yet she felt herself only growing all the more inquisitive.

"Pagan..." She started, letting the word hang in the air for a moment as she stared at him. His name, so different from hers and the other members of her mother's family, certainly that must hold meaning. "The sea holds secrets, don't you think...? The waves whisper, but they speak a language we cannot understand."