While he dreamed while seated against a tree with Iver seated on his lap, tears rolled down his cheeks upon seeing Iver not just in a dress, but smiling and happy. She regained her confidence and will, something he wished to help her regain.

He awoke to not just the voice, but also one of Iver's horns pressing into his cheek... more the horn to his cheek. Slowly moving his head to get it to stop poking his cheek, but also not wake Iver. "More of what?" His voice rather low in consideration for Iver.