Hennessy's a little more concerned that she might die if she sticks around here any longer, and even more concerned that it doesn't matter. She's going to die anyway if she can't dream, and she's going to die if she dreams without help. She's convinced herself that her current state of woozy exhaustion isn't anything to do with being cut off from her magic and that she's not about to fall into a sleep that will kill her or drown from the inside out in an inky black mess if she tries to stay awake.

If she's going to die, at least it'll be on something close to her own terms.

She shrugs, trying not to stare too hard at the skeletons.

"We might all die anyway. Seems like you've got a decent handle on that concept, so why not go where there's an army between us and the people who want to put us in jail?"