Dreams are often wont to defy what we understand to be logical, the laws of reality. However long this may or may not last, making some degree of peace with the situation will likely require some suspension of disbelief.

[A much easier feat for some than others, he knows. He thinks that he might be able to manage it— but given how Beatrix presents herself, he imagines she'll find it more difficult. As it stands, it takes all kinds, and he thinks they could likely use a good number of practical skeptics here. It takes more than one perspective in order to understand a scene in full, after all.]

Forgive me for overlooking introductions so long— I am Lord Dohalim il Qaras.

[He bows as he offers his name, but his expression shifts slightly midway as he catches himself using his old title out of habit. Really, it means nothing now— it's meant nothing for a long while at this point, but it's so rare that he needs to formally introduce himself that he hadn't even given it a moment's thought.]

Apologies— former lord.