[ Ilda still has trouble wrapping her head around the 'come from the Dreaming' idea, even though there could really be no other explanation for the bizarre world she's found herself in, and the equally bizarre collection of people and creatures that have been taken from other worlds into this one. So she's decided to just not really think about it. ]

To be honest, I thought all the stuff about the Dreaming is just like one of those stories people tell children so they eat their greens or sleep early or not kill other people.

[ Then, belatedly: ] Um, thank you, by the way. For coming up to check on me. I'd say I hope I didn't wake you, but obviously I did.