[her grip surprises him, eyes falling to look at their hands clasped between them before raising slowly to catch hers again with gratitude. He doesn't immediately seem to want to let go, giving her delicate fingers a gentle squeeze in thanks.

The eerieness of the river as it laps gently around their ankles would certainly lend weight to the feeling that she has about this not being a regular nightmare, too constant and unwavering in its ebb and flow, not like the stuff of dreams she had grown accustomed to in her travels.

He considers her for a moment longer, opening his mouth once, twice before seeming to settle on what to tell her.] I am a fool, enough that even one such as myself can recognize, therefore a fools name should you call me. [he does drop her hand this time, fingers forming a soft fist as he tells her wryly-] You may call me Touchstone.

[he shrugs, obviously not happy with his chosen name, but doesn't change his mind, instead saying-] May I have your name as well, my Lady?