"Uh, duh," Gabriel said, lifting his eyebrow. "What, don't tell me you actually believed all the bullshit they were feeding us? Please. When it comes to the manipulation of memories, I'll grant yah they're pretty good. But the manipulation of time and space?" He snorted. "They should've chosen a better route than the whole 'it's not real' thing. And trust me, I know what I'm talking about. Playing with peoples' heads is what kinda I did."

Well, a job he moonlit with, anyway.

He shrugged again, as if it was a no brainer, and then with a lazy snap of his fingers made a sky-blue blanket fall across her shoulders and drape after her like a cape. "Yes, you should," he said agreeably, presenting his arm to her again. The revelation that he could actually construct things again had made the pain, the exhaustion and the general circumstances infinitely more bearable. He grinned almost wickedly. "Let me know if there's anything you need. Well, anything that's not too complicated, anyway."