Sleep has never come easily to her, and even when she manages it, it's never been particularly restful. Bad dreams have been the standard for Kainé for as long as she can remember— she'd never really considered that it could get worse, but this place somehow managed to pull it off. Dreams here were several steps beyond lucid, legitimately dangerous in addition to being exhausting.

The novelty has worn off. This dream, she notes, is nowhere she recognizes— she's never seen this place before, but the smell of the sea is strong, recognizable, and it doesn't feel like any ordinary dream. She vaguely remembers seeing something on the board that brings the current circumstances to mind, and it's not terribly hard to put the pieces together.

It is, however, still bullshit.

It's dark and wet, but she's started experimenting with dream abilities enough to be able to conjure a light for herself, a pale, bobbing wist of it that hovers just outside her field of vision to light the way before her. She hears a creak and a thump from somewhere further ahead, but it's the voice that pieces the air from another direction entirely that catches her attention.

Shit, she recognizes that one.

"Yeah! I'm here! Where are— shit!"

She curses as she accidentally slams her foot into the side of a doorway while trying to move towards his voice in the dim light. At least the harsh edge of her voice while swearing probably makes her easy enough to identify?