Legolas could only hope that the words spoken right there and then would not only sound coherent, on his part, but that they would remain in his memory for the time when his mind did not feel quite so sluggish. At the very least, he could still process what Solas was saying to him and answer.

"How is it done, travel through the dreams?" He shook his head a bit, walking a little slow, but... steady enough, as far as he could tell. "We... only walk the paths of our memories, those filled with happiness and beauty and this soothes the fëa, this refreshes the mind, except, it seems, here."