There weren't very many species out there that could communicate like protheans did with one another. It had been years since he last spoke with or touched one of his own kind, leaving senses that were once receptive to that sort of exchange dulled. When Ben's mind approached his, the sensation was not dissimilar to what a human would call hair-raising. It made his skin tingle, and all at once he became aware of Ben's presence.

The first thing he did was try to find Ben, and it would be simple for him to see Javik was standing in a field, Treun rising in the distance. The varren were nearby, and the horse pulled on the reins as it sensed Javik's mounting frustration. When he failed to actually see Ben anywhere, he shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment to try and dispel the sensation. They'd walked each other's dreams before, but right now he was awake. This shouldn't be happening.

"Where are you?" He didn't expect an answer, but the question remained.