"I'm somewhat familiar with dream magic from my own world. It can be very dangerous," he says somberly, running a hand over his short, dark hair. "I don't know if this counts, but it seems like a very powerful influence was at work and that probably means we should take good care of ourselves for a while, to make sure there's no lingering effects."

Dying over and over again, only to wake up in a new place- sometimes real, sometimes not- definitely took its toll and didn't count as anything like rest. That was the viciousness of the trap now: Bodies desperately needing rest, but brains too traumatized to give in to that particular demand.

"Tea and a pillow does sound good right now, though. Not sleep, just the tea and pillow." He lets his hand drop again, as if catching himself at a bad habit. He's normally very well groomed, but under the current circumstances, he's not nearly as sharp as usual. He's not going to worry too much about that, though. He's apparently in plenty of company.

"I'm sorry that it seems to have happened to everyone, but on the other hand...it's a bit reassuring knowing I wasn't the only one."