What she noticed in him was precisely what Dream had noticed in her. He stood slowly but gracefully, watching in silence as the newcomer handled the threat with practiced ease and a compassion he hadn't expected. It was profoundly refreshing, and for a moment, his expression softened with relief and something else — something like the same curiosity he saw reflected in her eyes. "And you were merciful," he returned, voice gentle yet somehow firm. There was an approving look in his eyes now. Perhaps there were others here who held the same beliefs as he did. He wouldn't believe such a thing quite yet, but this was a surprise he welcomed readily.

"I thank you." He didn't quite bow his head, but the tiny tip of his chin expressed the depth of his gratitude. Dream continued peering at her, as though attempting to puzzle her out, before the a sound from the manananggal drew his attention again. With a frown, he knelt before the creature again, resting a gentle hand upon its brow. "Rest," Dream murmured, and with a heavy sigh, the creature relaxed, closing its eyes. He waited another moment before removing his hand. This was a deeply troubling situation, and he didn't entirely know how to handle it. Dream had never done well with things out of his control.