D's dark eyes tracked her movement, even in the dreamscape darkness didn't hinder his vision. He stood almost unnaturally still, but inclined his head slightly when she chose to come up beside him instead of moving in front or following behind.

A purposeful choice, and one he can respect as well as slightly appreciate. D seems to have nothing more to say on the matter, setting off with unnaturally silent footsteps down the path. The path is just a bit too neat and perfect, as if it's more of an ideal picture of a forest path than something real. An artist's rendering in dreams, rather than on canvas, but it smells and sounds real.

"Does this place look familiar to you?"

It's unfamiliar to D, certainly nothing from his mind or memories.