She frowns and shakes her head. That's not it. She's too sleep-and-panic addled to explain in anything resembling coherence, but she'll make an attempt nonetheless.

"It's the same feeling. It's -- big enough you can never see the whole thing, but you don't need to. It's the feeling that counts."

She glances at Ronan for validation, but as the edges of sleep and panic start to recede, it's clear that whatever it was had just been a weird shared dream. Maybe her fault, maybe just magic fuckery.

"Did anything else happen?"

They seem far more awake than she is, and less perturbed by the dream in question.