[ ... Well.

Uh.

Shoot. That's a fair point, one she absolutely wasn't expecting. She's quiet as she tries to make sense of this, all of her crows sharing her befuddled expression. She was prepared for a fight, not for her brain to be cooked. ]

I... hm... ugh. Very well... What proof do you have then of what you spoke of? That this is a dream, and my village may be unharmed?