[ Reynir can tell that Carlisle is definitely not fine but he doesn't argue, just sighing with relief, shoulders slumping as he says: ]

Oh, good, you remember me.

[ Maybe he had been too hasty, and it had just taken a few moments for the disorientation to fade. Or maybe Carlisle had been snapped into awareness by the dog's rudeness. Reynir would have liked it if had used a method that was a little kinder, but it's still nice to know where he stands a bit more. He wonders how he can help Carlisle if he won't admit to being upset.

Answering his question might be a start. ]

Guess that depends on how you define real.

[ While Reynir has good instincts for the practical components of being a mage, talking about how it all works, the theory of it, is something he struggles with. Onni is so much better. But he should at least try. ]

This is a dream, but we are really speaking to one another. The things that happen to us here can really affect us, back where our bodies are asleep. But this garden isn't in the waking world, no. If we walked out that gate and through the woods a little, you would come to a flat ocean. It's sort of... a blank place, in between other areas.

[ After a moment's hesitation, Reynir offers: ]

I can show you, if you want?