He relaxed when she spoke. She could feel the tension leaving his body. She took control of the dream back, summoning the pond. She took her hand off his shoulder and slowly walked away, toward the pond. She could stay, but he’s had enough for one night—she’d gotten far more than she’d imagined she would, and she couldn't risk damaging his sanity by dredging up any more memories. As she reached the center of the pool, she released her hold on the dream, letting it fragment and drift apart like smoke on the wind.