The blanket gets dropped once they're inside his room, and he looks down at the thing in question. He speaks quietly despite the fact they're behind a closed door now. "It's... I think they called it the Keyblade? I just dream about it sometimes though, I didn't know I could like..."

He pauses, bringing his arm up level with his face, and seems to concentrate on it for a second. It disappears, with the same flash of light that had happened when it had first appeared. His eyes widen a little and he looks at Jamie, then back to his hand, where after another second of concentration it appears again. Standing away from Jamie so he's at a safe distance, he gives it a kind of practice swing with both hands, and the weight feels weirdly familiar, as does the movement. "It's just like my dreams..."

And then it clicks, and he gasps. "The others too! The ones I saw... They were from my dreams too!" He is doing a very excellent job of explaining all of this right now, clearly.