[Fortescue tilts her head to the side, thoughtful as she looks down at Jazz.]

He sleeps in shorter periods, in general. I don't think he's really noticed how odd things are. Perhaps he can't process it the way we can.

[He mrowls curiously, as if he knows she's talking about him; she scratches him behind the ears with her free hand.]

Just be glad you've not ended up in one of his dreams yet. They're unbelievably boring.