Even halfway lost in a dream, certain reflexes stay with a person, as Five is well aware. That touch jerking at him half-out of nowhere is a jolt to Archeval's consciousness, and in a split second he's whirled around toward Five's face -- the Force answers his instinct and there's suddenly an invisible hand at Five's throat, an uncomfortable grip starting to curl inward, distressingly similar to some of Vanya's worse moments--

There's a growling behind them from the thicket as their noise starts to attract more attention, but before the creature within makes itself known Five's pulling them away and, moments later, their feet touch down elsewhere.

Arche stumbles to his hands and knees on the ground, wide-eyed, bewildered and quite distracted from whatever he was doing two seconds ago. The pressure squeezing at Five's throat is, thankfully, entirely gone as Arche reaches up to mop a hand across his face, barely even having looked at his surroundings yet, trying to make sense of what just happened in his head--

"What in the-- What was I just--..."

A second after that he fully registers that he's not alone, and his gaze snaps up in Five's direction again. He seems to remember -- earlier, something about-- Something about this boy standing next to him, asking him... Asking him what?... The voice-- He'd heard it somewhere before--

"...You-- What did you do?"