Lucas wanders down into the midst of the chaos. He doesn't grab her a blanket, or any of the myriad other things he probably could do, just because in this kind of dream, that rarely works somehow. Its not the issue being confronted. Instead, he walks by her and moves towards the center of the room like usual, "Morning Lyta." he calls, looking to her face level, before he removes his loincloth and settles down cross-legged.
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