She decides not to tell him that should he run into a raven cursing in actual English around here, it's just Ronan being a dick. Let him find that one out on his own.

"Direwolf, huh. Sounds badass. I wouldn't mind meeting one, even if he's not quite the same."

The difference between real things and dreamt ones isn't that visible to most people, anyway.

She glances back at the small train of moth-hares, down at her extremely dusted clothes, and at the small body of water ahead.

"Race you to it?"

She's got on shoes that aren't the most amazing for running, but she definitely is just going to fling herself straight into the water once she gets there. She is not repeating this whole process because she left a speck of dust on her clothing.