"I do not think that necessary, unless you recall something particularly interesting." It's apparently not something Lahabrea considers even remotely important, just potentially diverting. Dream sharing was one of the things bonds were supposed to do, but as far as he can tell nothing of the sort had happened. They might be too early in their work to tell. "And I do mean 'interesting', not ... necessarily relevant. Sometimes the imagery that lingers from a dream can be inspiring, but hardly vital. A great many works of art and creation have come from the strange moments of dreams." But they also get by without them just fine!

Interesting, but not vital.

Now that sleep is definitely past and the comfortable haze with it fading, the undercurrent of ill temper is rising again, as it inevitably must. The dragon had its own interests and wants for the morning, and he's ignoring all of them. He focuses instead on making sure Elidibus doesn't slice his feet open, watching with narrowed eyes as the bomb is shaken loose from a trouser leg.

So that's where it went. By now, Lahabrea's fairly certain it only makes a nuisance of itself because it gets away with it, the dragon-changed Ascian would have pingponged the little creature right into the wall after the first time, well aware such a thing wouldn't actually harm it. Elidibus was ... far gentler than he would have been.

"I am not inclined to leave my confinement, even if you feel it worthless," he responds eventually. "Not while the moons retain their sway. Even a few moments of delayed struggle betwixed me and my target might be enough for an escape." And not bloody, horrifying demise!

Plus it saves the temptation of wanting to bathe, when water was fairly uncomfortable. There had to be alternatives.