He hummed softly, squeezing her gently as she hugged him and smiling down into her face with a faint nod. There was an expectation to hear that voice again, that not-quite her voice, the one that separated Airy from her manifestation.

"I'm always okay, cherie. Dreaming is just as unsettling as I remember - it's been a long while since I've been haunted."

There was still some small part of him that was coming down from the fear that Phoebe would be right around the next corner. She always made an appearance in the rare dreams he had and they always terrified him.

"Are you okay?"