[Once upon a time, he wouldn't have concerned himself at all with her discomfort. That was before, however. He had changed, at least that is what everyone close to him had claimed over the last several years. He'd softened around his edges.

Perhaps it was that newfound softness that made him shake his head a little at her offer to accompany him.]

No, that won't be necessary. I'm sure you have many other things to do and the weather sounds absolutely horrible. Besides, I've always been one to explore at my own pace.

[He almost left it at that, but after a moment of looking around the room, he returned his gaze to her, the stars in the darkness of his eyes shining a bit brighter.]

I had another name, once. But I left that to myself when I died, so...I suppose now, I'm simply Morpheus. Thank you. For your assistance.