The relative calm of the pair next her seems to rub off on her, just a little.  They were obviously not quite so perturbed as she, and so she began to feel perhaps a little sheepish.  With the revelation that they were still sleeping, she began to feel a little better about the whole situation.  A dream was just a dream, no matter how lucid, right?<br/><br/>She's dressed much more conservatively than the other two, currently swaddled in a knee-length, peacock blue satin nightdress with a modest neckline and a bit of ruffle at the hem.  No shoes, but the grass looked soft enough.  Wieland is moving away, and she jumps down from the dais to follow him, landing smoothly on flat feet.  The desk is her current destination, and she stops just before it, eyeballing the parchment and quills that appear to have materialized out of nothing.<br/><br/>"What are we being tethered to?"