[He answers immediately, blurting out his most prevalent fear.]

It's too open. It-it-it feels as though it will- it will sw- swallow me whole. The sky and- and the sea, and it's just- there's nothing there. It's not real. It's not real it's not real it's not real.

[His breath catches in his throat; though his body curls tighter against the tree, his head turns slightly, allowing him to search Reynir's eyes for answers. He can regret having been sour with the young mage before for barging into his dreams when he's not being threatened by absolute, unreasonable terror.]

It can't- it can't hurt us, can it? It can't hurt anyone just- just being a sky, but what if it can? You said it could aff-f-f-fect us!