[ She can't help the way her expression softens with something a little bittersweet, and despite herself the corners of her mouth raise briefly before she stifles them. Tucking her head slightly, ]

I'm sure it would be splendid. I'd be glad if I could cheer you on at something like that.

[ Although she could theoretically get the chance, it does seem rather unlikely. Sobering again, she regards him with a recurring concern. ]

It's just... you seemed upset before.

[ Or that's what she took the tears to mean, anyhow. ]

Why is that, if it was a good dream?