Draiss got kicked back into his body almost before the Dream Reaver vanished, and winced as his head ached. "Dammit V'elen, warn me before you do that shit!"<br/><br/>He looked around at the void, which was slowly collapsing back into 'reality,' which was, for him, a battlefield. A brief spurt of control, and it was back to the palace. Done forcing the dreamscape to conform to reality to avoid alarming Tyra, he walked over and gently woke her up from the 'sleep' coma. Meaning me kicked her in the side, as he reached it first. "Hey, wake up. No time for slackers, especially in an area where biohorrors and worse like to lurk."