Abrupt though it is, Ronan falls so softly into sleep that it doesn't feel like falling at all. He's lying there, feeling Kylo's lips against his skin, and then he's somewhere else entirely. The darkness that surrounds him is as familiar as home. He smells the leaves first, then the damp earth, then the sharper scent of water running over rocks. He's no longer on his back, but on his knees, and he sinks his fingers into the dirt like he intends to grow roots and join the rest of the trees in reaching for the stars overhead.

He inhales again, through his nose, this time breathing in the forest, and his exhale is a sigh of relief. Ronan can't reach Lindenmere the way he does back home, but he can recreate it from memory. In a dream, there's no difference.