Gwenny nods, smiling small. "Okay," she says. She believes him, she finds, and it's a good feeling to have. "And I'll try not to dream about that place again. I mean... it doesn't work like that, but maybe if I know I'm doing it, I can wake myself up, right?" It seems a little weak, but at least it's something.

Still, she looks a little uncomfortable, and she fidgets with her nails a little, the microphone long since forgotten.

"Why eyes?" she asks, but there's a worried grimace on her face, like she's afraid of the answer.