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Her humming ceased and Eva tried to contain an amused smile when Jareth's comment of her calmness.

"Well...I guess I could drop to the fetal position and burst into tears about how I must be insane. Then ramble on and on about pointless ideas of how a dream could be this clear and real. Then try to kill you with that kitchen knife over there." She glanced at the knife set by the sink, then back at Jareth with a questioning look. Then her face went back to normal, and she began lauging, shaking her head..

"No thanks. Besides, I've had my fill of tears and denial recently. There just seems to be none left in me." She said, pulling out the last of the supplies from the kit. She turned to look at him with a large cloth that was in the kit. So, another had been here? She'd try to ask him about it later...maybe it was why he sounded like he was familliar with Boston? She began making a sling for his wounded arm, trying to be gentle so she didn't hurt him, when she thought about his question.

"Fairytales? Well, my grandmother used to tell me them often, espcially fairies and wishes and such. I enjoyed them, and used to cling to the idea that they existed so I could visit them. But I expected to see them more in my dreams, still did until recently." She stated, with a small smile and a light laugh in her voice.