"You… dreamt of bunnies?"
Cindy asked it slowly, as if she wanted to make sure she'd heard him right.
Her eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open, her whole face frozen in a mix of surprise and something else Florian couldn't quite place.
Interest, maybe.
Too much of it.
"Yes," Florian replied, letting out a small, embarrassed chuckle. "It was a silly dream. I don't even know why I was so worried about them."
He shook his head lightly. "And apparently, I was talking in my sleep too."
He rubbed the back of his neck, half amused, half puzzled.
'Of all the things my mind could come up with,' he thought, 'bunnies?'
If he was being honest, the dream had felt symbolic. The forest, especially, felt familiar in a way he couldn't explain.
Like a place he'd seen before, or maybe a place the original Florian had known.
But still.
Bunnies?
It felt ridiculous.
