The reassurance that this is not real does little to soothe her. But if the women are at least not terrified of the small mummy, then she feels she can at least return to gripping the teacup with white hands, rather than shielding them. A wonder she doesn't shatter the cup. She breathes in the warm steam and tries to be a calmer person as she listens to the two of them talk about the Fade.

"Nightmares are merely adjacent worlds," she finally offers to the conversation, her voice is not adversarial, she is telling of something she has witnessed. "They can break through... especially for those who have seen too much of their secrets."