Jamie sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose with the very hand he'd used in his failed attempt to comfort her; he wasn't sure what to do. There weren't many words of reassurance he could offer, after all, since this is all a dream was sort of besides the point. This world, imagined though it may be, was giving him a taste of his old life back, but it necessarily couldn't give Layla a taste of hers.

"No, you can't," he agreed, because it was the only thing he knew to say. "And I'm sorry for that, Layla."