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Eve's first response was to sit up as quickly as she could, bracing against Clover for support. "Who... are you?" she asked, wearily but bluntly, in a tone that strongly suggested intent to call the cops. Leila wasn't around -- working late at the precinct, or stumbled into Other Ashdown again, both of which happened often enough it wasn't as much of a shock as the stranger who soundlessly broke into their home was.

After another suspicious peer at "Lady," there was a slight, but definite sense of familiarity. It wasn't a hostile feeling either, which put Eve slightly more at ease about her presence as she followed her advice and scooted the covers aside -- Clover groaned doggishly in protest, as she was comfy and she knew it was still way too early for Eve to be getting up.

The sight that greeted her was about as doggish as that bit of noise, but far from as endearing. Instead of her regular feet, with the fresh coat of nail polish Leila had affectionately given them on Sunday, there was fur, and claws, and a tapered silhouette to the toes, which twitched ever-so-slightly as the sheet brushed over them.

Eve had no words for that. She looked back at her intruder-guest, full of questions and not knowing which to start with. This was definitely not the kind of magic Leila had been exposed to, so what was going on?

In spite of things, Eve couldn't help but snicker a bit at the shirt. "That's the sort of thing my wife might wear," she observed. Leila had some powers, herself. No dog-legs for her, though.

Meditation and contemplation were rather frequent states of being, so Lady's continued guidance was accepted with little question, especially now that it was becoming more and more apparent she was here as a friend. Picturing her familiar human feet was easier than it could have been with the pleasant memory of them fresh in her mind: berry-colored lacquer being neatly spread on her toenails, as her partner smiled up at her sheepishly from her place seated on the floor.

A dream... for her?

"Oh."

Honestly, that was probably the least weird thing about this whole situation so far. Dream weirdness was familiar enough, even if the way it was manifesting here was new.

"It's fine, I'm pretty sure that counts a favor from you," she smiled, more fully relaxed. "What do you need?

It didn't even take a moment of consideration to reply: "Where can I find him?"

There was a pad of paper handy on the nightstand and Eve grabbed it, quickly jotting down Lucas's information as it was given. "Do you know where my shop is, too?" she asked, while writing the last few numbers in broad, loopy digits. "Please direct anyone else you're talking to over to Equinox. It's a less intimidating place to find a friend than a house they've never been to."

As far as sleep, she shrugged and slowly shook her head. "I'm sure I'll get more nervous about this as soon as you leave, but I'll figure it out."