[ That earns a little laugh out of Zelda, who lifts her hand instinctively to cover her mouth and connects with the mask instead. Ah, right. ]

They do their best... [ She offers sympathetically. ] Even though their best isn't terribly good to begin with.

[ They're cute little creatures, the tapirs, but a bit more devil-may-care about things than Zelda would prefer. ]

I suppose they informed you of the basics, then: that this world we find ourselves in is a dream world called Songerein, that these bodies we inhabit are "dream versions" of our true selves, and that the world is filled with a silly sort of magic called "dreamotion."

[ She makes air quotes where appropriate and there's a note of derision to her tone when she says 'dreamotion.' ]