Smiling faintly, Galen imagines being accompanied by an intimidating, magic shadow-eagle as a kid, good for companionship and scaring the shit out of people. It sounds exactly like something he would have loved, back then; he'd maybe had one or two imaginary friends, but the caveat of them being imaginary didn't exactly do much for loneliness or teasing. He loves his life, of course, but how cool would it be to have grown up in a world with that sort of paranormal thing out in the open? Maybe there's some sort of magic to his dream thing, but so far that's just gotten him a few hours in a psych ward.

Chewing at his lip, Galen takes that in, swirls his wine a little in the glass.

"So -- if you don't mind me asking, what'd he give you? I mean -- like, what were you able to... do, because of him?" Something to do with shadow, he's guessing, by the way she described him. Almost anxiously, he takes a sip from his glass, to keep his hands busy.