She shook her head powerfully.  It was not just some nightmare, filled with her mind trying to process things.  This had to be real.  She realized how she could convince Geraint that it was, in fact, not a dream.<br/><br/>"He told me you had some kind psychic ability, so if you don't have that and possibly other abilities, then it might be a dream..."  That sort of power was very rare among werewolves, so it was not as if her mind would just make it up.  Vara knew that was not just a dream, because of how real it felt, how present she was in the space that Blackvayne had created for her.  She was convinced that her parents were still alive and that returning was the only way she might save them.<br/><br/>"And yes, we said that this was different last night, but would never force you to risk your life like that."  Vara realized why.  It was not just that she did not want him to get hurt, it was that she did not feel worthy of such concern and care.  She wondered if there were times that Geraint felt the same.  Neither of them had clean hands in the scheme of things.<br/><br/>"Do you have powers you didn't tell me about yet?"  She finally asked point blank, figuring that would solidify if this was all just some nightmare, or if it was something worth their time.