Beleth watches the magister--demon?--thing move with her, and frowns, swatting at it, though it did little good. But the man seems to work it out for himself, and Beleth watches curiously as the dream twists around, and shatters with the man's wakefulness. She nods approvingly, though she does take a few moments to watch the spirits--no, demons, probably--lingering around them. She flaps her hand at them, like you'd try to chase off birds.

"Shoo, he saw through you. No one likes a sore loser--Oh." She turned back to Simon, giving him a quick smile, before sneezing into her arm. "S-Sorry. But no Templars, don't worry. But they might have had a fit if they saw dreams like that. Everyone is on edge." Well, she isn't. But everyone else is. "Are demons always like that? Moving around like a pouting cat that just got shoved from its bed."