"I don't enjoy it," she said quickly, honestly. "Not me. Not when I wake up. I feel terrible, and even though it's just a dream I feel sick and guilty and awful, like I'm a monster." She looked at Loki then, watching his face, as it occurred to her that he might've already have made some sort of conclusion. "But in the dream, I don't feel good, exactly, but it feels right. Like how it feels to scratch an itch or take a drink when you're thirsty. That's how it feels."