"Maybe," Cosima allows, but trails off as she regards the camp in front of her. The running from demons and then closing a portal with her palm and some concentration... that had all seemed somewhat surreal.

This, though, is incredibly concrete and it's starting to sink in how very much this is not a dream.

"I think I need to sit down somewhere," she says, a bit faintly. She's hardly inclined to being any kind of damsel in distress, but all this is a lot to take in.