He hugged her, trying to calm her down.

*she returned it and offered for him to sit beside her while she explained the dream*

He sat next to her, his feet dangling as he listened intently.

*she laid her head on his shoulder when she finished, her legs swinging nerviously*

He was a bit flabbergasted at her dream but then he asked for mire details.

*she gave them when he asked if she could and sometimes checking if Irene was ok using energy*

Irene was playing with Kirsten while Sylvester nodded more. He wasn't trying to come off as rude but he was still trying to process.

*she paused at times to let him process it*

"Hm, sounds weird." He said. But that was an understatement. He wasn't good at explaining dreams but he knew for sure that this was more of an omen than a dream.

*she nodded, knowing what he meant and said* most of my dreams are a "omen" or vision, or their a flashback, either of my own or someone elses *she looked away, allowing his energy to sooth her*